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I think I hate writing papers more than anything. I hope I get a B on the one I have to hand in on Wednesday. It definitely has potential. I stayed up late as hell last night writing my fourth paper out of five. When I finally went to bed I had dream about my grandfather, the one that I never really got to know, and my grandmother. I miss that house in New Hampshire. It kind of made me sad when I woke up realizing that it was just a dream. In other news, my freak eyebrow is acting up and sweating quite profusely. I have to wipe it like every few minutes. Stay classy Pennsylvania. Maine sucks.
Nick
Nick