Also, I wrote today. Le gasp. I'm up to 2012 words in my

My birthday's on Sunday. This means I get to transform from an angsty teen to an angsty twenty-something, which just doesn't sound as cool.
I can't wait for classes to start, even though I can't decide which classes to take. My inner relatives really are sadists, but they're fun sadists.
I think it's time to dig out some Dr. Nbooks and some
