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The Pen, The Page, The Paper
|The Number 120 Has A Good Composure
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We might be giving away tickets to this. Gotta see what's up.
Later today, I am trying to get into a Literary Journalism class. I hope I do. Got into my Digital Publishing and Writing for New Media class already, which means I'll spend most of semester tangled in the interwebs. Nothing off the normal path, really. And I have to wiggle my way into a Computers & Creativity course to fulfill my last GenEd EVER.
Met with an adviser this morning and guess what he told me? After this semester (assuming I get into these last two classes), I have two more classes to take for my major and then I'm DONE. I may have to take a couple fluff class to meet my 120 credits to graduate, but STILL. I didn't realize I was so close. I'm almost a college grad. I'm almost busted out of this jailhouse! And if I get to take fluff classes, I can sign up for History of Rock and Roll, which I'm sure I'll enjoy. I might even spring for an internship (which I should do anyway), but I'm lazy as fuck.
Last night, I "discovered" a way for Jac and I to go on Warped this year. Gotta plan. Might have to look into getting a passport (which I should do anyway), but I'm lazy as fuck.
And it's sunny outside. Happy sigh.
This semester is crunch time. I owe it to myself.
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