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Ack. The second I hit the pavement swooping into second semester, the time just shot by. Where's it all gone? I'm working on my final writing assignment of the year, due in a little over a week. It's a pretty amusing case about this farmer named Rubeus Hagrid who owns a dairy farm with a 1 million gallon manure lagoon that his neighbor, Sybil Trelawney, isn't too happy about because of the smell.
Sometimes I think my mind's a bit of a manure lagoon.
Sometimes I think my mind's a bit of a manure lagoon.