The "na-nas" really don't bother me, to be honest. I kind of like them even.

[paranoid_andrd]

The incubus called school comes in the night. It sits on your chest and waits. You can feel it, you just don't want to open your eyes. You won't remember a moment of it in the morning.

I need to write a continuation of a short story for a Comp/Lit class in about 30 minutes. This reminds me a whole bunch, of LA @ walkabout.
Hunched over a computer

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[paranoid_andrd]

I'm at WCC. Similar frantic mornings. why?

[paranoid_andrd]

Depends on the professor, as usual, but I haven't had one I didn't like. They love it when a student gives a shit, so make sure they know you do. It's a really surprising place, I say go for it. Just take it as seriously as any four-year and you'll be fine.