I feel too old for this.  I pretty much already quit, but I thought I should write a proper goodbye.  I got this back in 2003 when I was a sophomore in high school (actually, this is my 1296th day on xanga), and I feel a little old for this now.  I don't keep up with my subscriptions anymore.  Three of my all time favorites closed down their xangas.  Another three don't write as often.  One more annoyed me.  And the rest just became utterly boring. 

I was thinking of moving to blogger.com, but I don't really know how to navigate it that well.  I don't know how to subscribe to people on that thing, plus I forget my password all the time.  I may just go back to good old journal writing.  Or I might realize that descriptions of my life will not be worth much to historians 200 years from now.  Everyone keeps a blog of some sort and one more isn't going to make a difference.

So goodbye.  I won't close down the site, but I will no longer be writing.  Thanks to the 3 or 4 of you that read all my entries and didn't quit on my like I quit on others.

Deuces

I feel so happy because I feel like I'm in control of my life.

I have a sty in my eye and it hurts when I blink, but I got treatment for it. 

I have two tests on Thursday, neither one of which will be even remotely easy, but I am pretty sure I have a handle on the material.  Plus the classes are so interesting, I've never been distracted during lecture.

I am not spending as much time with my boyfriend as I used to freshman year.  That's okay though, because my social life is more balanced.   And I can hurry the hell up when I walk to class.  He used to walk me to class, but he's not a big fan of walking fast.

I have a three hour class tonight and a three hour lab tomorrow, but I have a good handle on the class and finally, for some strange reason, I can use a microscope.

I am not losing any weight in spite of working out almost every weekday for at least 30 minutes.  But I am enjoying working out and have finally managed to make a habit of it. 

I am down to four pairs of wearable jeans, two of which are highly unflattering.  This one just sucks, but whatev.

Also my room is awesome.  I have a great view and I got the bottom bunk.  Also, my roommate is really cool.

And I can finally feel I can talk to my mom.  Certain events have decreased her stress and now we communicate better.  And I'm a grown ass woman so I don't have to lie about whether or not I have a boyfriend.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but in some cases, I bet it just makes the mind grow paranoid.