I speak the language of the Crustaceans!
Clicky-clack!
Things are piling up around me in a manner befitting a prison. Every week, I launch myself into a new project for school, always with an absolutely minimal amount of time, the fruits of which I can only assume are being compiled to open a demonic gate way. Chython, you have a new whipping-boy.
A paper by Friday, a speech the next Friday, a midterm the Thursday after that, Arizona, a test the following Tuesday. This, compiled with the recent hurricanes, leads me to believe that God kinda enjoys being a prick sometimes.
Sorry Dee.
Late for Lab, Later.
La.
Things are piling up around me in a manner befitting a prison. Every week, I launch myself into a new project for school, always with an absolutely minimal amount of time, the fruits of which I can only assume are being compiled to open a demonic gate way. Chython, you have a new whipping-boy.
A paper by Friday, a speech the next Friday, a midterm the Thursday after that, Arizona, a test the following Tuesday. This, compiled with the recent hurricanes, leads me to believe that God kinda enjoys being a prick sometimes.
Sorry Dee.
Late for Lab, Later.
La.