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  <title>i&apos;ve got an agenda to keep.</title>
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  <description>this morning i realized that i really need to make sure that i give myself more time to sleep. i&apos;m taking twenty-three units and although all of my classes have been treating me like a slice of warm cherry pie, i know that if i don&apos;t stay on top, i&apos;m bound to crumble. thus, improved study habits, prioritizing via lists of things-to-do, and more tea, less coffee(!) yep, i&apos;m a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked with someone today about love; well, i talked with someone today about the constraints of love. i know that i am young and i know that this means i should be stepping forth into this world ready to experience+experience+experience, but i&apos;m really just not in the mood. i&apos;m a solo hand-holding, eskimo-kissing, tell-secrets-to-in-the-middle-of-the-night girl; aka, i like my boyfriend &amp; i like being with just him. i mean, sure. i have my unhappy points, and sometimes these points turn into dashes and sometimes these dashes turn into really long lines of dead-end punctuation, if you know what i mean. but, still. he treats me well; he goes out of his way to make me feel better when i&apos;m feeling sad, he always patiently waits for me to get ready in the morning (even when i&apos;m running twenty minutes late) and he rarely ever fails to open the door for me. he&apos;s good. really good. and i&apos;m glad that i have him around to smile, cry, laugh, yell, to whisper during movies, go to bookstores, munch on waffles, and to dance in the rain with. basically, i don&apos;t want to ruin what i have with my boyfriend because he&apos;s a nice catch &amp; i&apos;m afraid that if i slip and step out of my &quot;couple bubble,&quot; my relationship will turn into a big, smelly, rotten artichoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on that note: i have an oceanography mid-term to take tomorrow morning at ten. i&apos;m nervous, but i figure that if all else fails, i&apos;ll resort to the mass amounts of notes i&apos;ll have writen on a notecard (aka cheat-sheet) that we&apos;re allowed to bring. yes! life is good.</description>
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