Farhaad

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My first day of school went well! I was pretty nervous on the drive over, but once I made it to the parking lot I was fine. I had conversation with myself before I stepped out of the car that went something like this..

You are amazing. Seriously. You are a God amongst men. You're single handedly responsible for making "Hey There Delilah" a viral smash hit. You've spoken to the head of marketing at several major record labels. You've chopped it up with important music moguls. These people have no idea how amazing you are. You've been through a lot in the last five years. You're the shit, man. If you were able to hold onto a job with an immense amount of responsibilities, then you'll cruise through this school shit with no problems.

School went great. I wasn't losing concentration, I wasn't bored, and most importantly, I enjoyed myself. I even mingled for a bit today. Something that the old me would never have done in a million years. I am going to be a social butterfly. Hmm. I'll be okay afterall. Things are going my way, and I like it. Now I need to find out if there's some kind of job opening on campus where I can organize music events. It's my calling. Oh, and I finally know what it's like to break a fucking nail. That may have been the worst experience of my life.

I just rewarded myself with these:

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