It is sad that I seem to only find words to write when something is amiss. I have come to the revelation that I must also remember the good times, or I will ever be jaded. Last week my good friend returned to our small town for a visit. It was fun having her back.
Since my last log, I have been accepted to a prestigious, yet very laid back university. I am waiting to hear from one other before I jump on this chance and leave my rut to adventure into the greater realms of Academia. This, of course, scares me to no end. I have my self doubts, but I know that I will have an associates degree to fall back on, if need be.
I promise that this is not the end to my rants, just a glimmer of hope in a perfectly gloomy journal.
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A Tattered Leather Bound Journal With a Bear Claw Symbol on The Front Cover
As you read through this ancient tome, you realize that it is nothing more than the ravings of a lunatic. The author writes of these weird concepts of work, school, and life. Obviously he was deranged, what society would make this horrid little mind?
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