So...

My liver pretty much rocks at its job. Very efficient. We make a great team. I decided I was cancelling rep term and going pre-med as a finality the other day. I an excited, scared, and anticipating the start of the school year very much.

Huzzah for Knox!

Huzzah for my liver!

I went to an extremely amazing concert full of bands I didn't know. I love all of them now. And there is some nameless asian guy somewhere whose safety pin I now own. I probably will never see him again, but he was a fantastic mosh buddy. I saw Streetlight Manifesto and Reel Big Fish and a great punk band that I can no longer remember the name of. I jumped a lot, danced in place a lot, and generally felt much better. Then there was a lot of booze, hence my liver being extraordinary. I just thought I should take the time to reach out and thank it for processing everything so quickly and efficiently, even though I did help it with five or six glasses of water.

I really do want to be a doctor.

Everything is good except for a couple of extremely important missing links. God willing, I will be able to talk to those soon.

Things are looking up.

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next day:

p.s. I'm still retarded. This is unacceptible.

Mountains

I feel better.

Really better.

Forget that last entry. Or at least the end of it. Bright days dawn tomorrow.

Nana korobi, ya oki.

Damnit!

If this up and down shit continues, I might be able to calculate my own wavelength in hours and degrees of happiness.

In other news, my sister is beautiful, and my family is ridiculous. I need therapy.