Taking you back to the last respawn point …

Ah so vacation or whatever this was is now considered over and it’s just like getting back to a video game that you put down for a little possibly because you got tired but also because your parents might have told you to get some fresh air because you shouldn’t be spending so much time on those electronic devices and whatever. Hopefully you picked a smart place to save and didn’t end up quitting in the middle of some major boss battle and the enemies are all over you. Thankfully this year I feel like I saved at a decent place before the onslaught of chaos happens.

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Forget me not (or eventually. Whatever just later)

When it comes to remembering much of anything I have the absolute worst of struggles. It’s like anytime I need to recall anything of the slightest importance, I was hit by one of Lockhart’s memory charms and can’t even remember what I was doing the day before. But do I need that mortifying memory from 7th grade or that one time at the big basketball game? Apparently those details are clear as day. The point is – I am a very forgetful goofball and I have so much anger towards my inability to remember much.

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Dream on.

If you asked me four years ago what I was going to do with my life, I would have probably hesitantly told you that I wanted to do something with communications. At least now I can definitely tell you that when I’m inevitably asked that same exact question in the present that aside from the initial panic at the overwhelming truth that real life is set to begin soon, I could confidently tell you that if there’s anything else in the world I want to do is to be a journalist.

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Thankful for this bite of life

Thanksgiving: where we all suddenly become victims of overestimating ourselves and believe that we can totally have more than one loaded plate of goodness when in reality, our appetites haven’t changed one bit. Or for me, an odd conglomerate of a lunch with minimal arguments had by my sister and I about procrastinating the cooking process. But more than anything, I do like that the holiday allows me the opportunity to reflect on what I’m thankful for.

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It’s hardly work. Just muscle memory.

There’s that saying about how the end justifies the means and if you told me that in the middle of me being awake for 24 hours I would have probably asked you to kinda relocate to anywhere but where I was if you wanted to keep your limbs. Now that I’ve got more sleep somewhere that wasn’t the most uncomfortable chairs on campus, I can reevaluate that expression and not be as threatening as I was a couple of hours ago.

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