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My life has gone from pure simple easy bliss to crazy exhaustion and stress in one week. I spent last weekend (was it that?) hanging out, which was beyond amazing. Came back knowing I had two papers due on Friday, but was smacked in the face by all this Fulbright stuff. So I've spent the past few days frantically collecting things, running around the school, and crying. Drove to Claremont this morning. Drove back and I guess everything worked out.


I'm really happy that there is love in Irvine. I was so not feeling good earlier this week. Like, a sense of complete loneliness and destitute. Brandon came over and we just hung out and helped Tra make a candied apples. It was just something to bring me back to a good place.


I'm dedicated to watching the Real World: San Francisco. I alternate between awe at the amazing clothing and hair, being amazed at how much better this season is, and tearing up because AIDS sucks so bad.


Also. I am so so so so so not ever even no way in hell kidding when I say: I want to move to Atlanta because Usher lives there and that's where the Mo'nique show is filmed.