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weekends are great. but then they're over. and I drive back to school where everyone scoffs at my dirty pants. when for once I felt entertained by wausau. this was last weekend.
now I'm back in Eau Claire pouring through government drug websites for my meth paper, creating web pages about tree frogs and watching movies with ear plugs in for sign language. of course, my list is swelling. finals are coming, projects are due.
and as much as I just want to say "Fuck it all," I wake up everyday, go to class (most of the time) and finish their stupid assignments.
but, at the end of the day, we all hop into my car and all of this is forgotten. at least for twenty minutes.
now I'm back in Eau Claire pouring through government drug websites for my meth paper, creating web pages about tree frogs and watching movies with ear plugs in for sign language. of course, my list is swelling. finals are coming, projects are due.
and as much as I just want to say "Fuck it all," I wake up everyday, go to class (most of the time) and finish their stupid assignments.
but, at the end of the day, we all hop into my car and all of this is forgotten. at least for twenty minutes.