I'm pretty sure I just let my summer pass me by. And for what? Attempting to get into a school that requires more effort than I'm willing to put in. ATTENTION TO SELF: You are not trying to revolutionize occupational therapy.
Not-so revelation: Tthere is not enough birth control and benzoyl peroxide in the world to help my skin when I'm this stressed out. You know what doesn't help? Everyone who says it only gets worse. I did run into an older [than us] woman in the lady's restroom in San Diego. Krusty and I were venting and she joined our conversation. Her last words before she left: It gets better. It gets so much better. Something like that. I was buzzing.
[edit]I don't know why I said that. My summer was pretty great. These last couple of days have been killing me though.
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