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Currently listening to: My Last Song for You by Joshua Michael Robinson, Wait by Death Cab for Cutie

I feel unguided in this blog post.

Joshua Michael Robinson is coming out with an EP later this month. You need to check him out. This Death Cab song is a cover, I know.

I find out about Syracuse in two weeks. With Mid-March comes my fate. I mean, Tuition Exchange is pissing me off, because I already know I have a full ride, but I don't know what programs I have been accepted to. Universities are such teases.

More and more, I have been perpetually smelling like Mexican food. Working at Don's is becoming stinky. Plus, my managers are becoming disenchanted with me. I don't know why. It's upsetting. After you work really hard at something, just to find nobody cares or is even impressed or is just not disappointed is pretty hurtful. That's how many things have been going lately.

What the hell can you do?

I'm still reading Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

I like Betsy Johnson perfume and Milk and Joshua Michael Robinson and my new Hollister jeans and breakfast and Watchmen and Chuck Klosterman and old movie posters and holding hands.

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