So I fucked up, what a surprise. It's not even that I messed up really, there was just a communication breakdown. Whatever, it was still fun...Just not the way I wanted things to turn out. I understand, certainly, but our respective situations are different, and I guess I felt compelled to give it a try. I'll blame the Reginator for that - instilling a "Why the hell not?" attitude in me about everything. It's not really a bad thing, most of the time, just not this time, necessarily. I feel bad more about the fact that it must have been terribly awkward, but I guess I just haven't had time to dwell on other things. I'm a little concerned about my social future, now, but that can't really be helped. Back to the bunker, more or less...I don't know that I ever expected or wanted to get a whole lot more out of Edgewood, but it also makes me realize that a college with less than 2,000 people would be oppressively small, in all likelihood. Last year I kinda adjusted to the size, but I'm feeling it rather noticeably now. There was certainly some retrograding as a result of WCATY. Yeah, so I'm stewing...This really isn't content for this space, so it's off to the Other Book.
Oh, NB: this school year will be miserable in the death-by-at-thousand-cuts sort of way as opposed to being squashed under one miserable class. I don't know which I prefer, but they both suck.
So a bleak outlook for school...fuck, I need to cheer myself up somehow.
feeling quite contrite,
Veracity
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