This is how I'm bored
The year is 2009. The time, 7:53Am. I'm sitting here in a deserted classroom vauguly wondering if I'm in the wrong classroom. Then I realize...This isn't my classroom. This is a cold, black and white, gulag of hell.
Naw, I'm just joshin'. I'm just 45 minutes early for the first class of the day and no one is as good a student as me, going over my Ljflist homework like a good lil drone. Or maybe I really am in the wrong classrooom... or maybe class was cancelled! Ha, I wish... (not really, the next bus off campus wont leave till 9 something)
I don't have a book, its too early for other people to be up, so I'm just gonna sit here and whine about it. Why? BECAUSE I CAN! THATS WHY! BWAH (and that, ladies and gents, is exhibit A to my lack of sleep)