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Well, registration is in the morning. I need to take field methods to stay relatively on track with my geology degree. I say that I need to because: I don't want to procrastinate in college--I've got plans for my life--and I don't really want to get off track with the friends I'm making in my geology classes right now. I also need to take organic chemistry to stay relatively on track with pre-medicine requirements. I can't take both because they're double-booked. So, I guess it really comes down to this: which is more important to me?

Geology or medicine? It's not an easy choice. Life's tough like that, sometimes. So, in these next few hours, I'll be doing some soul searching. Or maybe I'm just over-analyzing things.

Either way, it doesn't really matter. This weekend is going to be great. I don't know what I'm going to be for Halloween, but I don't care. I'm going to play some music and it's going to be amazing. And we're going to a haunted house.I spent a really long time drawing this. Which is kind of sad considering it's two people standing around. But I think it turned out well. I even tried to get the handwriting to be similar, which was impossible to do. What drives somebody to work so hard for six dollars? It is a mystery. But I did this for Switcheroo, a bi-annual thing the comics staff does. I swapped comics with Rachel and Jonathan of 6 dollars, please and I'm really excited to see what they did with mine because they are generally amazing with the things they do.

I am so excited about everything and full of life.

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