<p>PM meeee, I’m so curious. I won’t find you, I swear. Canada’s legit.</p>
<p>Don’t PM me. I probably wouldn’t look for you right away, but someday I’d get bored.</p>
<p>I stopped caring whether people on the internet know who I am. I still try to be fairly confidential, but I don’t make a big deal out of it like I did when I was younger. I’m 18, and I figure that the chances of someone coming to stalk me are rather slim. But then again, I’m a dude, which makes it different.</p>
<p>I don’t care if specifically you know who I am. I just don’t want some random person to find me.</p>
<p>But yes, being a dude makes a difference.</p>
<p>I am going to start my list of things to accomplish before I leave. It will probably be one of the lamest lists ever.</p>
<p>I have to finish three essays. God.</p>
<p>The Virgin Suicides is so depressing.</p>
<p>Is it.</p>
<p>I’m running a bit low on motivation this week.</p>
<p>Don’t read The Virgin Suicides. It just makes you want to loll around and confess secrets.</p>
<p>What a wonderful five days it has been.</p>
<p>On the other hand, all of the feel good, let’s all have a party before we go type events are making college seem a lot more real, in a sad way.</p>
<p>So enjoy your senior year you two, I kind of wish I spent more time enjoying my friends and less time freaking out about college admissions.</p>
<p>I’m going to take my ACT and SAT IIs and apply and then forget about it. I’ll enjoy it, even if half of everyone is at college.</p>
<p>Taylor Swift songs are so topical.</p>
<p>I’m afraid I might be turning into a hipster. I just bought colored socks today.</p>
<p>I was about to type that I have lots of colored socks, but then I realized you’re a boy. Gender assumptions ftw.</p>
<p>I got UT-Knox mail today. The inevitability begins. Also, I haven’t taken my ACT with writing yet. I should get on that.</p>
<p>UChicago doesn’t require the writing section.</p>
<p>And yes, there is the gender issue. They’re not girly colors, nor do they have penguin prints, but they’re still colored socks.</p>
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<p>She wears high heels, I wear sneakers?</p>
<p>She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers?</p>
<p>Don’t think your subtle bs can keep me from understanding.</p>
<p>Story of my life, Washington. </p>
<p>You know what’s the best thing? Slippers. I wish I had pairs and pairs of slippers. I wish I could wear them all day. Then again, I live in Tennizzle, so I probably could.</p>
<p>Officially moved to the good dorm. Yay me!</p>
<p>I love my plaid slippers.</p>
<p>JBVirtuoso, you should add exclamation points at the end of your location so that you can pretend you’re the kool-aid man.</p>
<p>He should, except JBVirtuoso never pretends.</p>
<p>I have homework to do. But Twin Peaks is on. </p>
<p>Dilemma.</p>
<p>I pretend sometimes. But I don’t make that public, as my pretending is probably hard for others to understand. For instance, the other day I pretended that I had a Middle Eastern girlfriend from Minneapolis. It was quite random.</p>
<p>Haha. Homework. Do you have a picture of a beached whale for your college apps yet? I’ll help you find one if you don’t have it yet.</p>
<p>I somehow ended up with oodles of French music on my iPod.</p>