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He won't see me.

It really kind of blows my mind how quickly this semester went by. This last week in particular. Each semester seems to go by much more quickly than the previous one. It's like driving down a steep hill with the accelerator to the floor and hitting a ramp at the bottom and flying through the air but then getting out of the car because it was a simulation the whole time and you aren't going to die--twist ending! These last couple of days I've been having to convince myself that it's not just a long weekend before classes continue. This is summer. It's time to kick back and enjoy things and relax.

Except, it is just a long weekend before classes continue. My marine geology lecture starts up on Wednesday. I'm reasonably nervous--being a completely inexperienced and unqualified undergraduate taking a class that is largely composed of graduate students. But I had the professor's assurance that it would be a fun class, and I think I trust him on that. I'm really looking forward to the whole thing, even though we're only going out to Galveston. Not only for the fact that I'll be a) getting a great tan before summer even starts or b) cruising on a boat and kicking it in a beach house for a week, but c) the course actually sounds really interesting. Studying the lasting effects of recent hurricanes on coastal sediments? Yeah, that's pretty cool.

Here's hoping that there's no oil where we are.

I spent a few hours fixing up my bike today, in preparation of the coming semester. I'm just about ready to deal with a life of living off campus and commuting every morning. Except for, you know, not actually having a place to live yet. I probably really need to get on that before I get totally fucked.

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