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Worst news of my life, I wrote a journal entry and it deleted itself. How frustrating is that?
Summary: made my schedule, its retarded. had fun with krink for her birthday weekend. have work to get done that i probably wont do til last minute.
I have been tuturing the 87 year old man, Bill, in my psychology class lately. He totally asked me to do his homework for him the other day and I almost fell out of my chair. Then he proceeded to tell me that he hates taking Spanish and wishes he would have taken German since he has spoken it since 1945. Wtf is that? 1945. I wish I could take a trip through his mind. He was born in 1920. Imagine how much someone sees since then? It's absolutely insane.
Right now, I'm waiting for Steven to wake up and call me before he goes to class. I'm starting to grow impatient. I hate waiting for phone calls.
Today in human sexuality I decided I miss Michael a lot. Then I thought what an odd place that is to decide something like that, yet somehow still strangely appropriate.
I think that's just about it.
I'm still too pissed about the deleted entry to write anything good.
Oh hey, phone's ringing, there's Steven. Life's funny like that.
Summary: made my schedule, its retarded. had fun with krink for her birthday weekend. have work to get done that i probably wont do til last minute.
I have been tuturing the 87 year old man, Bill, in my psychology class lately. He totally asked me to do his homework for him the other day and I almost fell out of my chair. Then he proceeded to tell me that he hates taking Spanish and wishes he would have taken German since he has spoken it since 1945. Wtf is that? 1945. I wish I could take a trip through his mind. He was born in 1920. Imagine how much someone sees since then? It's absolutely insane.
Right now, I'm waiting for Steven to wake up and call me before he goes to class. I'm starting to grow impatient. I hate waiting for phone calls.
Today in human sexuality I decided I miss Michael a lot. Then I thought what an odd place that is to decide something like that, yet somehow still strangely appropriate.
I think that's just about it.
I'm still too pissed about the deleted entry to write anything good.
Oh hey, phone's ringing, there's Steven. Life's funny like that.