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Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
- Walt Whitman, “Song of  Myself”

I love to find the shortest distance from the beginning of my journey to the end of it. Regardless of if I am walking across campus or driving across the county; I am obsessive about finding diagonal paths, I cut through buildings, grassy quads, and groups of people. I take as many as 4 freeways when 1 would suffice. Oftentimes, the shortest distance is no faster and I have wasted my time and energy.

I would rather work a lot of hours than go to several classes. Yet… I hate the idea of no longer being a student and entering the workforce in a few years.

Year after year, I find myself longing so badly for a relationship filled with love and happiness. When I actually enter into a relationship I get it into my head from the start that the relationship is doomed and is not one that I should be in.

I love to feel productive and hate the thought of wasting time. I really love to laze around… sit all day in a coffee shop reading and thinking and napping and talking.

I eat healthy foods but have a horribly unbalanced diet.

Traveling is one of my absolute favorite things to do, I do it to destress. Traveling stresses me out so much and makes me irritable.

I love to write. I hate writing papers and will whine the night away about the paper rather than just getting it over with.

I want to be taken seriously but I still want to be a kid.

I call myself a morning person but find myself sleeping through my 10am courses.

I don’t want to live in Los Angeles this Summer. Or Long Beach. Wait, I want to live in both. Nevermind.

I could keep going, but am disappointed that these have turned into pointless sentences, so I am done!