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So Jacob is going to be cremated. Yes, you can get dead rodents cremated. Infact that's exactly what my mother does for a living... she's a secretary at an animal crematorium. So basically, she listens to people cry about dead animals all day. This might reflect on the reasons as to why I'm such an oddball... Hmmm... So I really want to party. All I do is study. I study. And study more. I study politics... then I study economics... Then I study law. My brain is absolutely fried. I don't think I can take much more, but oh holy hell... it's only week three out of fifteen. The only course I love is Journalism. It's a blast. If I could just read about that all evening... instead of the fucking structure of governments... maybe I'd be a happier little girl. Okay, overrall life isn't that bad, except for extreme boredum. Which actually, is the worst thing in the fucking world. Haha. Im considering shopping for some new clip in extentions tomorrow... to cheer myself up. Even tho I'm saving up for a tattoo. I deffinetly need some more immediate joy in my life. Not that my life is joyless. I'm not some emo bitch. I'm just bored. Haha. My buddy Mel is in the Bahamas... with her loooover. Leaving poor Jenna all alone in freezing cold Montreal. I'm so jealous. I need to escape. The furthest I've been out of Montreal in two years is Ottawa. Someone save me.