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I have now been in my dorm room for a total of a consecutive... thirty hours. Yep, almost exactly actually. Not accounting for bathroom breaks, which are now well into the twenties. I would say that at least twenty two of these hours have been spent listening to playlists on repeat.
I had a really satisfying night, and I'm following it up with an almost-as-satisfying day. I finished my paper, found a lot of new possibilities for my broken schedule that WILL BE FIXED, made a note of the locations of certain Hunter departments that need a talking to, and found a new hobby: laughing at personal ads on Craig's List. w4w, bbw, platonic only. It's all so good.
Tonight is my last night in this godforsaken dorm that seems to feed off of my bad luck. I gave it a nice going away present at it's farewell/dance party, but it's a secret kept between the walls and I.
I had a really satisfying night, and I'm following it up with an almost-as-satisfying day. I finished my paper, found a lot of new possibilities for my broken schedule that WILL BE FIXED, made a note of the locations of certain Hunter departments that need a talking to, and found a new hobby: laughing at personal ads on Craig's List. w4w, bbw, platonic only. It's all so good.
Tonight is my last night in this godforsaken dorm that seems to feed off of my bad luck. I gave it a nice going away present at it's farewell/dance party, but it's a secret kept between the walls and I.