pencils fly, my mind reels and triple checks everything. I call Robin every hour. on the hour. until she give me the information i need about my voluteer hours. no success yet.
Graduate School here we come.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, the ones who NEVER yawn or say a common place thing, but burn. burn. burn. like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
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You can do it girl. One thing and step at a time.
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