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Something is wrong with my tongue. It's swollen. Weird. It kind of hurts, sometimes. I played racquetball today with Mike, it was awesome. I won every game, oh wait, no I didn't, not at all. It's okay though because I need to get in shape, I need to start feeling good about myself and getting myself fit, because I fell like such crap knowing that I have the potential to be in much better shape. As soon as I get home next Wednesday, I am going to go to the gym 5 days a week and do physical activities. I passed in my essay for writing class today, which means 2 classes down, 2 to go.
There is a final tomorrow in film and video class, Sam is going to help me study because he knows the stuff way better then me. He's lucky, he is in a good film group, he understands everything, and he is more creative then me. He's going to make it. My film group sucks, me and one other kid (there are 4 in my group counting me) are the one ones each of us likes, one of the kids just sucks, and the other one has to be in charge of everything...loser.
Tomorrow is spree day here at Fitchburg State College. That means kids start drinking at 7 in the morning (a little crazy). One person told me that the national guard is going to be here watching over people. Personally, I think that is a little um...far-fetched.
Maybe tomorrow will be fun, maybe it will be a waste, hopefully not. All my friends are going to be home before me, but Erin will still be in school (ha ha Erin). I can't wait to see them. It's going to be great, beaches, hanging out, robbing convenience stores, you know, normal stuff.
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