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I went back home to Spartanburg last night to see SevenMoore play together at Spring Fling. To say they sounded good would be a massive understatement. Hopefully they’ll be playing more this summer and to all those who will be home this summer, you’ll most definitely have to come out with me to some of the 7M and Jackson Crossing gigs. You will most certainly enjoy yourself (just ask Lee and Chong).

I came back this morning surprisingly enough to get some studying in today. I didn’t learn nearly as much as I had hoped to, but I have finally reached that burnout point where I don’t give a flying fuck anymore. I stress out over whether I make an A or B+. I sit here and calculate how much GPA will change with or without the 0.5 point for a 3 hour class when I’m taking 12 hours. I sit there and analyze why in the hell I made a B instead of a B+ on my test and I finally come to the conclusion that it was because I missed such and such day’s notes, thereby guaranteeing I’d miss 5 questions that dealt with that material. I have no idea why I do this to myself. Does it really matter that much? Do I even really give a fuck? Honestly. Besides being able to answer the question of “What’s your GPA?” proudly, why the fuck do I care? I’m not going to Law school. I’m not going to grad school. I highly doubt a company is not going to hire me because my GPA isn’t a 4.0 and if they wouldn’t, well I don’t want to work there anyway….so why do I care? I shouldn’t.

And yet for the majority of the semesters, I do.

I worked on answering some more of those questions. This is your last chance to ask me 3, because the answers to the ones already asked are going up tomorrow night. So get ‘em in before it’s too late. The answers I’ve typed up so far are ungodly long though. I’m already 7 pages deep in the Word document I have been typing them on. So be ready to read tomorrow night. And with that, I’m off to bed.