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If I keep turning my music up so I can hear it over my roommate's, wouldn't she eventually get the hint that I can't fucking hear mine all that well and I'd like her to turn it down?

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I bust my ass and end up with a finished story, though it's rushed and somewhat crappy, but damnit, it's done, and it's the required length and everything. I print it on my printer, which only manages to print nine out of seventeen copies before going AWOL on me, so I grab what I have, email myself the story, run down to the computer lab, and print up the story even after the computer mistakes my keystrokes and restarts itself. I run to class, and I come in exactly on time...

And class is canceled because Kristian is sick. Apparently he didn't even bother to email us, or tell Amanda when he was talking to her last night -- just called in right before class and had someone come in to tell us that we had no class, and we'd all gotten up early and trudged through the snow for nothing. This also means I have four hours until class starts, and I spent the last two in Sprau Tower talking to Karen and Kristina and the one girl whose name I can never, ever remember. And you know what I find out there?

My story wasn't even due today, it was due on Tuesday, which is when I thought my workshop was. I busted my ass for nothing x 2! I mean, I'm happy I have time to add more to the story, and have it make a little more sense, but I wasted ink, paper, and time trying to get it all done! Gah!!!!!

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Harry Potter. Midnight. Celebration Cinemas with Andy. Leaving at 10:25 because we're dorks.

AT THIS MOMENT, I AM IN LOVE WITH LIFE.