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I Need a Tissue 
Life has been so ridiculously busy. Sometimes its nice to get on here reflect about my day, even if nobody reads. Each day has been a whirlwind lately, and I don't think I've ever been so grateful of the little sleep I've gotten. Well... of the last few days I've slept a lot, but that's only because I've been sick! I guess its cold and flu season- ya know, when the weather can't decide whether it wants to be warm or cold, snowy or sunny, rainy or windy or both! And then the sneezes come.
My face feels like its trying to remove itself from my body. I can't blame it, really. I wish I could remove myself from my body too. Its achy and everything smells/tastes funny.
On a happy note- the two courses I'm enrolled in this term end on Sunday. That is so excellent, because I'm definitely ready to be rid of accounting and this stupid math class. I'm not a fan of working with roots, logarithms, matrix(es), imaginary numbers, quadratic equations, etc. I can barely count to ten without having to start over after 4. The sad part is, I'm not even exaggerating. On a sad note- this means that I only have three days including today to up my grades. They're already pretty decent- I have an A in accounting and an almost B in math. I would really like to raise my homework scores to get a B (I only need 3 points!), so that's my goal for the weekend.
On another happy note- Marc started telling me he loves me, and I like that. I didn't want that, and wasn't expecting or looking for it really, but I like that. He and I have really made some headway working out our differences, and we feel stronger than ever. His logic is that our relationship has always been on the fast-forward, and this just is what it is. And for what its worth, it's pretty great. Cross your fingers that it lasts!
We're trying to move in together- or at least get me a new apartment, because the resident manager here is harassing me. That word was used by my family and Marc, so I guess that's what it is. He's sent out two violations saying that I have Marc subletting or living in my apartment, which is a joke because he pays his own rent for his own apartment in an entirely different town. And trying to reason with the man is impossible. I tried to civilly and politely talk to my resident manager about it, and he told me not to bother arguing because he's been keeping watch on us. Speaking on keeping watch, my grandmother said that when she came to visit this past weekend with my mother, my resident manager came out of his apartment and watched them until they disappeared up the stairs. There's more than that, but that's just the surface of his harassment. So bottom line, we're trying to find somewhere else for me to live. Preferably with a dish washer.
Ah, life. I'm ready for the warm weather.
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