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yup, today's thursday, and I just got done with class =) Only problem is now I have to type up a rough draft and mail it to the proffesor befor I leave for Weirs beach =( Ah well, so any ways, this past weeks been a blur.
Monday I read the train scheduel wrong, thinkin that there was a train leavin at 10:30 going inbound. Instead it wasn't coming for another hour, which really sucked. I had been up since 6:30 and been at school the whole entire day. On my way home there was a couple that bought me a 40 on the way to the train station, they were looking for spare change to get the booze any ways. I was pissed at what happened, the bottle fell out of my bag 100 ft. away from the fire house, and smashed right on the ground. I was rip-shit. But it was interesting hanging at the train station, there were two people there from canada on bussiness in Boston, and they were visiting Salem going to see the tourist spots, then there was another guy named A from chelsea, the 4 of us were just chillin and talkin at the train station, so that was interestin, I guess.
Tuesday I woke up late, got to class late, went home, had two beers, and fell asleep at 2:30, didn't wake up until 8. This past two weeks I've been wicked tired, I hate it. Then at night I can't fall asleep, and that just sucks even more.
Yesterday was a little better though. I failed another Calculus exam, but Erin from class goes down western Ave. and she gave me a ride home, I was happy. I didn't have to wait for a train, bus, nothin, just went straight home.
And today, well, it's ok. I Have to type that damn paper, Plato's timeless question: How should one live?
I've got the answer, 6 pack a day, porn, wrestling matches, anarchy, punk, blowing shit up, and pissing off the french.
Monday I read the train scheduel wrong, thinkin that there was a train leavin at 10:30 going inbound. Instead it wasn't coming for another hour, which really sucked. I had been up since 6:30 and been at school the whole entire day. On my way home there was a couple that bought me a 40 on the way to the train station, they were looking for spare change to get the booze any ways. I was pissed at what happened, the bottle fell out of my bag 100 ft. away from the fire house, and smashed right on the ground. I was rip-shit. But it was interesting hanging at the train station, there were two people there from canada on bussiness in Boston, and they were visiting Salem going to see the tourist spots, then there was another guy named A from chelsea, the 4 of us were just chillin and talkin at the train station, so that was interestin, I guess.
Tuesday I woke up late, got to class late, went home, had two beers, and fell asleep at 2:30, didn't wake up until 8. This past two weeks I've been wicked tired, I hate it. Then at night I can't fall asleep, and that just sucks even more.
Yesterday was a little better though. I failed another Calculus exam, but Erin from class goes down western Ave. and she gave me a ride home, I was happy. I didn't have to wait for a train, bus, nothin, just went straight home.
And today, well, it's ok. I Have to type that damn paper, Plato's timeless question: How should one live?
I've got the answer, 6 pack a day, porn, wrestling matches, anarchy, punk, blowing shit up, and pissing off the french.