Fuckaaaahhh
This one time, I went to a camp that belongs to a guy I barely know...and I hung out with people I barely know. 'Cept a few. It wasn't bad. I'm just not sure why I do things like that...I'm gonna die that way. Cuz IIIII'm ashtupid.
I'm still sick. Fuck. Haha...I'm still a sick fuck.
Yeah maybe I'll get around to the ole' research paper today. That'd probably be a good idea seeing as how the rough draft is due Tuesday. I wouldn't care if the rough draft was a piece of shit except that we're having "rough draft conferences," meaning we're meeting with Glenn Anderson one on one to discuss our shit. I don't want him to think I'm retarted. I bet it'll happen though. I'm not good with criticism...even constructive. It just makes me feel dumb. So it would make sense to put some effort into my drizzaft, I suppose. I'll go do that now. Actually, I'm probably really going to go sit around or get fat or something...but we'll pretend.
Holler at a bitch