tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625662.post111518916648864147..comments2023-10-12T05:37:41.887-05:00Comments on Spaz: Soon-to-be-PharmDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509444315874190350noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625662.post-1115215024933702652005-05-04T08:57:00.000-05:002005-05-04T08:57:00.000-05:00BeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBecca...BeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBeccaBecca...<BR/>Sigh. Isn't it strange and odd and weird and just... strange... (lol)... how we all grow up? It does seem like everyone's happier somewhere else. I bet you would be too if Mike were there (or if he at least wasn't in this crappy town, lol). I probably would be too for the same reason. (Cause you know how much I just adore your Mike, hehe.) Ahem. You know what I mean. I keep thinking I'd be happier somewhere else anyway, just to get away from here. I think I'd definitely be more responsible than I am now. I mean, aside from the whole living arrangement thing, I'd probably study more. I guess that goes back to the living arrangement issue, though. The whole reason I don't study (I've figured this out recently) is because I don't want to be home to study (that goes for homework and projects as well). I can't stand being home long enough to do anything like that. I can barely stand being here long enough to take showers, do laundry, and sleep. It kills me... Especially if my parents are awake. <BR/>Ew, when did this comment get so far gone?... Sorry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com