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This whole college thing weirds me out. Not that it's bad, or that I dislike it, or anything like that. No, it's just that it weirds me out. When did I become an adult? (Adult? No. Like an overly mature, overly developed seven-year-old I want to go play in the snow. I want to go get dirty with actual dirt streaking my face, caking my hair in hard-earned mud that I have slung at my foes.)
Annette, Nicole, Joyce and Alex are eating dinner at the Coop. I really ought to go join them but that involves leaving the comfort and warmth of my room. Also, I kind of want to do my homework so that I don't have to do it tomorrow.
First I will update.
No, no I won't. I will just post what I have, go to the fridge, get a slice of cold pizza, and sit down to read The American and do some calculus. Then I will shower and go out. This is a good plan, I think. :D
Annette, Nicole, Joyce and Alex are eating dinner at the Coop. I really ought to go join them but that involves leaving the comfort and warmth of my room. Also, I kind of want to do my homework so that I don't have to do it tomorrow.
First I will update.
No, no I won't. I will just post what I have, go to the fridge, get a slice of cold pizza, and sit down to read The American and do some calculus. Then I will shower and go out. This is a good plan, I think. :D