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Crazy day. Didn't get as much work done as I should have, but I don't really care about school much anymore. I got a B in senior seminar, I guess because I got a C on one assignment? Whatever, don't care. I will probably get a B in peruvian, as well, because my projects have been/will be somewhat crap. But only because the assignments were somewhat retarded. Anyway.
I am going to miss Erika, she is leaving for CA in two weeks and never coming back. We went to a quasijewthing tonight, we giggled and ate chocolate fondue and everyone else said things in hebrew and flirted with/tormented an Israeli boy.
I got books today, which was probably a very bad idea, as I already have negative work motivation.
Last night I accidentally fell asleep at 6. I was sprawled out on my bed sideways... The last thing I remember was looking for a pencil over there somewhere. I was very sleepy.
I have eaten a disgusting amount of breadlike foods today. I should not eat so much, it would save me money. We went to 3rd st and some random guy sat down at our table and tried to talk to us, it was awkward to say the least. I also got tasty bread from the breadman at the craft mafia where I also purchased a tiny australian book and a baby alien magnet which is in my wallet covering up the picture of the guy from the newspaper Micky gave me on the metro.
A 24-hour bookstore is my definition of heaven.
I am going to miss Erika, she is leaving for CA in two weeks and never coming back. We went to a quasijewthing tonight, we giggled and ate chocolate fondue and everyone else said things in hebrew and flirted with/tormented an Israeli boy.
I got books today, which was probably a very bad idea, as I already have negative work motivation.
Last night I accidentally fell asleep at 6. I was sprawled out on my bed sideways... The last thing I remember was looking for a pencil over there somewhere. I was very sleepy.
I have eaten a disgusting amount of breadlike foods today. I should not eat so much, it would save me money. We went to 3rd st and some random guy sat down at our table and tried to talk to us, it was awkward to say the least. I also got tasty bread from the breadman at the craft mafia where I also purchased a tiny australian book and a baby alien magnet which is in my wallet covering up the picture of the guy from the newspaper Micky gave me on the metro.
A 24-hour bookstore is my definition of heaven.