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Today:
Got up at nine, class till 2. This consits of my math class in which I passed out, my chemisty lecture which was pointless seeing that I am too stupid for that class, and then roman archeaology which I found out Morris is in so we sat by each other and hated on everything.
Then lunch, then nothing for the rest of the day. I actually tryed to read my chemistry book, but I had other things on my mind........
Then at about 1:00 (A.M. mind you, I am a total insomniac. And I am not like one of these people who just claim to be, I am fo-real. I can have people vouch for me on this one) I decide to go jogging. This is a bad idea because....
1.) It is raining.
2.) I haven't ran in sooo fucking long, and I decide to do it when I am tired as all hell.
3.) My fat ass was pushed to the brink of death, literally.
When I got back my lungs felt like I had poured water into 18 molar sulfuric acid and took a healthy inhale...about 212,331,035 times. That reminds me of the time I made bong cleaner in the lab one day when I was bored, and it was mainly sulfuric acid. That stuff worked so well, it was a proud day. It cleaned Jimmy's zong to like new status. And it was pretty sick before I cleaned it with my vile of fun.
Alright, I promised myself I would at least lay down in my bed at 2:30.....hahaha, who am I kidding??? Not me.
Although, I think I am going to end this so I can start reading Catcher In The Rye again, that book is the ill.
Got up at nine, class till 2. This consits of my math class in which I passed out, my chemisty lecture which was pointless seeing that I am too stupid for that class, and then roman archeaology which I found out Morris is in so we sat by each other and hated on everything.
Then lunch, then nothing for the rest of the day. I actually tryed to read my chemistry book, but I had other things on my mind........
Then at about 1:00 (A.M. mind you, I am a total insomniac. And I am not like one of these people who just claim to be, I am fo-real. I can have people vouch for me on this one) I decide to go jogging. This is a bad idea because....
1.) It is raining.
2.) I haven't ran in sooo fucking long, and I decide to do it when I am tired as all hell.
3.) My fat ass was pushed to the brink of death, literally.
When I got back my lungs felt like I had poured water into 18 molar sulfuric acid and took a healthy inhale...about 212,331,035 times. That reminds me of the time I made bong cleaner in the lab one day when I was bored, and it was mainly sulfuric acid. That stuff worked so well, it was a proud day. It cleaned Jimmy's zong to like new status. And it was pretty sick before I cleaned it with my vile of fun.
Alright, I promised myself I would at least lay down in my bed at 2:30.....hahaha, who am I kidding??? Not me.
Although, I think I am going to end this so I can start reading Catcher In The Rye again, that book is the ill.