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I wish I had a car, or that PSU was more conveniently located. If either were the case, I'd be able to enjoy tattoo convention hijinks. As it is, though, hijinks are woefully absent. Just videogames and self-absorbed melancholy on my side.

On the bright side, the F's I would've gotten this semester can be stricken from my record if I so choose, since my therapist lady can vouch for my depression being the main factor in that.

And I've taken a sudden interest in the Rolling Stones after hearing Paint It Black on tv. THatzaboutit.

Here are some things I wouldn't mind having on my body.