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"Either...I like to dance or I like to cry" - Lykke Li

Resonates hard.

I did, ultimately, survive finals week with little-to-no trauma. This is the first time I feel confident that I basically rocked, which means I probably got beyond mediocre grades. But whatever, I can't do anything about it now. Time to look to the future and shake off the past. Which is good, because this semester was WACK. But anyway. My roommate moved out, because she said she wanted to live with "a bunch" of people. Whatever, she was barely a blip on my radar. Totally inoffensive, but....meh. I hope my next roommate is fierce and has potential to be a friendly.

I'm in Flagstaff for the first week of winter break. There's snow on the ground, which is not at all exciting, but that's life. I work a total of three days this week, because everyone and their nana is trying to get shifts. Alas, 15 hours is better than zero. I have no idea what has been going on this last month or so, but my money situation has become pretty much dire. I think my birthday weekend is to blame. Whatever, a girlie only has a limited amount of birthdays in her lifetime. However, consequently, I have like 18 dollars to last me until Friday. I feel like this is preparation for post-graduation life, which I suppose I can appreciate. This is going to be the absolute longest week of my life. Now that I have basically no obligations, I have an absurd amount of free time. Most of my friends have bounced out, and the ones left aren't really ones that I tend to socialize with. So I have nothing to do, no one to hang out with, and I can't even amuse myself by buying stuff. Rough. I have DVDs I haven't watched yet, and books to read, but that can only fill so much time. Oh, well, time to get creative or something.

I realized I haven't written about my birthday at all, anywhere. List time:

*Freakum dress
*Fierce friends
*Sushi
*Sake bombers
*Blushing geisha
*Shots
*Dip it, pop, twerk it, stop it
*Mystery boy
*McDonald's water


And...that's it.

Five finals and a paper next week. Maybe I'll survive, maybe I won't.