I am actually listening to that song right now, and it so perfectly describes how I feel. There is a bunch of crap going on back at home. What is wrong with the world? What is wrong with people? How can we honestly, truly be this screwed up? And I can do nothing. Even prayer seems so meaningless right now.
on a happier note, I am at 33,688 of my 50,000 words for the month, and I got all of my classes for next quarter. So my sched looks like:
MWF 9.30-10.50
UCOR (arts and Christian Community)
MWF 11.00-12.20
Intro to Politics
MWF 1.30-2.50
Intro to Sociology
M 6.00-8.50
Community Economic Developement
that's right. I don't have any classes TR. woot Jesus. Just think how much I can write then!
in mourning,
Sara
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So how many hours is that?
P.S. What crap back home do you mean?
um, 18 credits.
and the crap is non family related in case anyone was worried. but I dont' reaally want to talk about it.
Can I read your story when you're done?
YES! do you really want to??? I am going to print out I think 2 copies and get it bound into a spirally thing at kinkos, becuase there are some girls on my floor who want to read it too.
BAH! I neer thought that people could actually really be interested in my writing without my soliciting it! Yay Jesus!
Yeah, I'd love to read it. So like, send it to me or something.
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