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Hypothesis: Length and number of livejournal entries vary directly with work and angst.

I still can't believe that everyone's so... impressed. I mean, I know it's impressive... I just can't quite wrap my head around it. I looked up at the marquee when I was driving down PCH, and there was my name. Freaky. And I did not expect an ovation. It all seems so unreal, in a way, just like I don't think I've connected with the fact that I'm never going back to high school again.

I miss camp. I miss having everything arranged. I miss being with an absolutely wonderful group of people. And it feels so anticlimactic, as I suppose it's bound to. I mean, go from elated high-on-life to working on a Spanish project and doing laundry. And I'll still have to write that speech sometime...

Kids are cute!!!