Still dancing through faces and riding the mood swing. Staying on with my current ISP is rather a bad decision. Really bad. The speeds we seem to be having on BT across the board are consistently poor. I guess I probably have a penchant for clinging to the bad shirts.
Going to college probably won't be what its cut out to be as nice as I had expected. Not really pessimism here. More of a cloying sense of dread that I can't seem to shake off. Fenrisian death sense. Seldom wrong, and I had the exact same feeling a couple years back before going into JC. Worst of all, word from friends has not been exactly encouraging. (Note: Guys, you're *not* helping here!)
Deciding whether to say more is somewhat like dancing with my own blades. Not a good feeling. Reminds me of going to the dentist.
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