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The first day of classes has me feeling bitter and cynical. I spent my three hour art class getting incredibly incensed everytime the professor, a scrawny twenty-something Treadless diciple with a beard deserving of a yamulke, used the phrase "let your own whimsy take over".
I'm writing everything off as just not being "into the swing" of things yet, and still reeling from the end of teH bst SuMMEr EVAR! So to speak. Whatever. I need to go to the grocery store.
I'm writing everything off as just not being "into the swing" of things yet, and still reeling from the end of teH bst SuMMEr EVAR! So to speak. Whatever. I need to go to the grocery store.