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I'm tempted to try and write some emo poetry so that I might get along with my philosophy class. My feeling place needs some resucitation, apparently. Bunch a fence-hopping dishrags, they are. Also, just because the proffessor is blind does not mean it's okay to text the entire class-period.
Otherwise, this week's been going well. I might get to trick my English teacher into giving me honors credit for a paper on the differences in the adaptations of Xenophon's Anabasis, which include the novel and movie, "The Warriors." The second half of the semester for this class is basically an introduction to film analysis. It's great, mainly because the proffessor is super nerdy and spastic. We get along well.
Chelsea and I made margarittas last night. While delicious, they do not mix well with dark beer. Also, Chelsea has managed to hide the fact that we've owned a blender the entire time we lived here. I thoroughly plan to take advantage of this contraption now.
Otherwise, this week's been going well. I might get to trick my English teacher into giving me honors credit for a paper on the differences in the adaptations of Xenophon's Anabasis, which include the novel and movie, "The Warriors." The second half of the semester for this class is basically an introduction to film analysis. It's great, mainly because the proffessor is super nerdy and spastic. We get along well.
Chelsea and I made margarittas last night. While delicious, they do not mix well with dark beer. Also, Chelsea has managed to hide the fact that we've owned a blender the entire time we lived here. I thoroughly plan to take advantage of this contraption now.