I'm in love with an Anarchist.
I was awake from 10am on May 8th until 3am on May 10th. In that time-period I had to write a ten to twelve paged research paper on poverty and racism. I was falling asleep at one point and when my eyes were in focus I looked at the screen and noticed a small new paragraph written about Spectrum Theater. Then I found another small paragraph written on a book --Purple Hibiscus-- which I had actually written a paper on a few days before. Obviously they both related to poverty and racism. Obviously.
This was amusing:
Dean: yo, did I tell you about this bisexual girl?
Me: lol
Dean: did i?
Me: Do you have more of an interest in her since she is bisexual?
Dean: a bit
Dean: but yo, i told you about her right?
Me: No you did not.
Dean: oh
Dean: never you mind then
Dean: never freaking mind
You are wonderful Dean.
Zox is playing at Tulip Fest at 1:45. BE THERE.
School is over. Weird. Love you Stephanie.
"I'd spend all night losing sleep I'd spend the night and I'd lose my mind"
This was amusing:
Dean: yo, did I tell you about this bisexual girl?
Me: lol
Dean: did i?
Me: Do you have more of an interest in her since she is bisexual?
Dean: a bit
Dean: but yo, i told you about her right?
Me: No you did not.
Dean: oh
Dean: never you mind then
Dean: never freaking mind
You are wonderful Dean.
Zox is playing at Tulip Fest at 1:45. BE THERE.
School is over. Weird. Love you Stephanie.
"I'd spend all night losing sleep I'd spend the night and I'd lose my mind"