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IT'S THE WEEKEND!
I did all right on my French test, got through my History class (which hasn't been quite as interesting the past couple of classes, but whatever - I think it's because we're kind of in between wars), and now all I have left to do is take a shower and eat something. I have an hour, which should be more than enough time. And after that? HARRY POTTER, omg!!!!!
Yeah, fuck you, buddy, I so don't care if I sound ridiculous. I am really excited.
Victoria is still vacilliating between manic and depressive. This morning she got snippy with me because I turned down the heat. It was so bloody hot that I really couldn't help myself. It also kills me that she has to make so much fucking noise when she's up and about and I'm still half-asleep. Everything that could make a little extra noise does, and ugh. I hate noise when I'm resting. Doesn't help that Skinny McTwig's room down the hall might as well have been a construction site this morning. I felt like I was in Oakland again, there was so much noise!
I have a paper to write this weekend. And I'm going home on TUESDAY NIGHT.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm a little too high strung for words right now. I don't even know why I'm still trying. Peace, yo.
I did all right on my French test, got through my History class (which hasn't been quite as interesting the past couple of classes, but whatever - I think it's because we're kind of in between wars), and now all I have left to do is take a shower and eat something. I have an hour, which should be more than enough time. And after that? HARRY POTTER, omg!!!!!
Yeah, fuck you, buddy, I so don't care if I sound ridiculous. I am really excited.
Victoria is still vacilliating between manic and depressive. This morning she got snippy with me because I turned down the heat. It was so bloody hot that I really couldn't help myself. It also kills me that she has to make so much fucking noise when she's up and about and I'm still half-asleep. Everything that could make a little extra noise does, and ugh. I hate noise when I'm resting. Doesn't help that Skinny McTwig's room down the hall might as well have been a construction site this morning. I felt like I was in Oakland again, there was so much noise!
I have a paper to write this weekend. And I'm going home on TUESDAY NIGHT.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm a little too high strung for words right now. I don't even know why I'm still trying. Peace, yo.