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how is it that weekends pass so quickly?

I feel as if I'm making very little progress in my life. The days drag on, but by the end of the week, I'm wondering how I got there. I missed the deadline to apply for the staff of the school newspaper... damnit. I'm being such a bum, I've always been one, and I can't seem to stop being one. The days go by, and soon, school will be over, and I still won't have accomplished anything. I need to seriously find a way to get myself to do something.

It rained this weekend. It was nice... especially being at Old Orchard at night, running around, the Christmas lights still up. I was outside a lot this weekend... thinking about random things. I didn't really have a lot of answers for myself. In fact, the more I thought, the more questions I had. I guess it's been a while since I've allowed myself to analyze like this, since I'm always sick of overanalyzation. Plus, so many people go ballistic when anyone tries to have a serious conversation. I hate that it's so impossible to have real conversations with people these days. Sometimes it seems all they want is your jokes, your silliness, your stories. I know it's fun... but isn't there anything more? I'm sick of people who don't expect-- don't WANT more from you than just that. Since when is depth such a bad thing to have?

drama drama drama angst drama.