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So, I don't know. It's that time of year again. Finals. We all go a little crazy, me especially. the other day I started running around my house waving a cleaver in the air, Tia starting crying about her teeth, Noel's been indulgeing in.... questionable activities, even more so than usual. Why do we put ourselves through this hell? I've been locked in the chapel for the past three days, I'm there now, it's the only place I can go and be completely isolated. Laying here on this awful pink couch, feeling lonely, I just finished a term paper.
I want tattoos.
I want to go to Bondadge.
I don't want to study for my Organic Chemistry final... or my history final.
There are times when I just want to give all this up and party and drink and have promiscuous sex with random partners... but then I remember I don't want to be poor for the rest of my life.
I want tattoos.
I want to go to Bondadge.
I don't want to study for my Organic Chemistry final... or my history final.
There are times when I just want to give all this up and party and drink and have promiscuous sex with random partners... but then I remember I don't want to be poor for the rest of my life.