Blueberries Cured My Hiccups

You wouldn't think making a simple histogram would be such a royal pain in the ass. I hate MS Excel.

I cannot focus on this ecology lab. That could be because it's royally boring (measure trees! see if they make a Gaussian curve! of course they don't, you didn't measure enough!) or just because it's gorgeous out and I really want to be at the Algebra, possibly trading baked goods to Sean in exchange for conversation, and possibly writing about Lex Luthor, and possibly just talking to the random denizens of the Algebra.

Instead, I have an apartment ridiculously full of sweet things that no one wants to eat, one ex-boyfriend and one never-boyfriend on my mind instead of my real boyfriend (who looks damn good in black) and a piss-poor attitude towards my class work. I have senioritis like whoa.

Actually, I have tired-of-not-being-a-real-adult-itis. I'm twenty-two now, and I get a huge kick out of saying that, no matter how much I talk shit about younger girls. I'll be out of college soon. I'm reaching the age where things start to get real, and though that scares me shitless it also excites me.