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I have three things to say about my extracted tooth:
1. Ow.
2. Blood.
3. Ow.
Not necessarily in that order.
In other news, my class at college has reached that point in the semester where they're bordering unbearable. Even when I try to help, it's not like they want to cooperate at all. I love them, I really do, but I was really damn upset that they had such a bad attitude when I was trying to help organize their own groups because they couldn't care enough to do it themselves. I guess instead of holding it against them and adopt a "Fuck you all" attitude, I'll adopt a "Hey, see you all in August, since apparently my friends aren't here anymore."
hooray three more fucking weeks, around five more projects till winter break.