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999 ghosts, but there's room for one more.
Welp, Ditch Day's over, the cannon fired, and I suppose that makes me a Ghost now. It's crazy to believe that I'm gonna graduate from college in a few weeks. I will have a degree in Mechanical Engineering. Me, a real engineer-type. Exciting and freaky at the same time.
I'm strangely awake now, after getting very little sleep the past week, no sleep before Ditch Day, an hour and a half of napping in the afternoon, and about 4 hours now. I should, logically, be tired. Hm. Perhaps I'll go drink a glass of Coke and hope the sugar crash takes me out.
Ooo, or I could clear up my hard drive (0kB remaining, whoo!) enough to run Parallels and play this wonderfully NSFW game. Ahahaha, Mello/Near is like crack to me. Or coke. Mmmm, Coca-Cola.
And I'm gone. Whoosh!
(Psssssst! I got my necklace set. Arrrrrrrrrrr.)
I'm strangely awake now, after getting very little sleep the past week, no sleep before Ditch Day, an hour and a half of napping in the afternoon, and about 4 hours now. I should, logically, be tired. Hm. Perhaps I'll go drink a glass of Coke and hope the sugar crash takes me out.
Ooo, or I could clear up my hard drive (0kB remaining, whoo!) enough to run Parallels and play this wonderfully NSFW game. Ahahaha, Mello/Near is like crack to me. Or coke. Mmmm, Coca-Cola.
And I'm gone. Whoosh!
(Psssssst! I got my necklace set. Arrrrrrrrrrr.)