I'm Awesome... (No you're not dude, don't lie.)

It's 11:08 pm on a Tuesday night and I feel like I have been beat to Hell and back, I'm so tired.

I really don't understand this stupid art class I took... I took it just for Women's Studies credit and now I'm going to be stuck with whatever mediocre grade I end up with because I'm not an art major. Whatever. I mean it's a sad sad day whenever my math classes are looking better than an ART class. For those that know me, Art is my first love. In all of it's forms, it's never betrayed me and I have never had to worry about it doing so. I hate waking up in the morning and dreading a class that I literally have one class period and a FINAL left in. Asdfjkl;.

With that said, I'm pretty pleased with my choice to have a major in History. It's my second love, you know. I don't believe that you can truly know where you're going, unless you know where you have been. Science can change. It changes every second. With that being said, history does too. History is only as definite as the sources that you have to back it up... a simple letter or document can change the entire course of where you have been. What it cannot do is decide where you're going... It can just give you a better idea of where to go from here.

I can honestly tell you that I'm going somewhere good from here. I have the best friends and sisters I could ever want, a job and an apartment, I'm getting closer to graduation, and I'm getting the honor of being with the man I'm going to marry- not everyone is as blessed as I am and I can truly truly appreciate that.
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Random tangent for the night? I hate khakis. I hate khaki shopping. I hate anything that resembles khakis. Diet starts as soon as that last final is over next Wednesday and it's going to be hardcore. I don't understand all this "liking" of things on facebook- you can "like" anything... and where does that get the rest of us? 120398172309481723940873 random posts about people "liking" pointless things.

Eh, life is good.