I have become insecure in my writing.
I spent 4 hours writing an autobiography today.
I'm not pleased with it.
Not because I'm not pleased with my life story, but because I had no guidelines,
and because I can't fit my life story on five pages double-spaced.
Blah blah blah. My professor will probably be satisfied with it, but I am not.
On another note, the Delta Zetas and trying to recruit me again.
What can I say? I'm a legacy. They want me.
I'm going to some shopping event at Maurices
a.) To please my roommate and
b.) To get a special DZ discount on clothing.
And when I get back, at who knows when, I still have to read/study/do homework.
Woo-hoo!
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