My Soul Hurts

I tell thee.
Crime is tough.
I want out.

My soul needs a hug.

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Today’s Been a Day

I’ve been alternately p.o.’d and happy all day. And often concurrently.

• I was printed in the school paper (link missing, they’ve not yet updated the site, the slow-pokes).
• I released the Arts & Sciences Newsletter.
• I spent several hours writing a poem with multiple levels of meaning, pun, and satire (not that the Ode to Haley didn’t take time or have hidden jokes, just that I felt off whilst writing it).
• I got ANOTHER FRIGGIN’ PARKING TICKET FROM THE SAME FRIGG FOR THE SAME REASON (1412, “Current NMSU Parking Permit Displayed Imprope”).
• I was accused of being a stalker (and not the fun, ha-ha stalker, either. The ‘icky’ quit watching me-type).
• My friend (I still have those, I think) drew some awesome pictures for the Pix Capacitor, but my other friend (who has a scanner), did not scan them in and e-mail them to me as I requested.
• I met two chicks because of the article I wrote (one of whom is rather cute).
• A class was talking about my article.
• I’ve decided to dedicate more time to the things that matter (i.e. The Pix Capacitor, A Pixelated Mind, finding money for Australia, one or both of my jobs, and some school).
• I woke up, again, as my own awesome self.

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Yo Erica

Bite Me.

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