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got online to check my grade on the final, and my overall GPA this morning......4.0
in your face college
also, while walking to Dave's in the rain with my umbrella (which I think actually belongs to a certain stephanie jones) I decided to exercise my vocal chords by singing while walking uphill. I went with the obvious song selection, singing in the rain. I think the mailman walking by enjoyed it, or hated me for having a cover from the falling water. either way, I sounded great!
Im not a fan of dead worms. How they get washed out of the soil when it rains, then they're left to dry on the hot sidewalks in the sunny days following. I scooped him up and stuck him back in the soil where he belonged. I hope he makes it.
Upon my arrival at Dave's building I stood outside to shake off my(or stephanie's) umbrella so I wouldnt drip across the tile in the lobby.....lots of elderly people live here, and they already have a hard enough time walking without water being all over the place. This little old lady stood next to me, staring, her eyes burning holes through me...I continued to shake until at some point the handle and the rest of the umbrella became detached from each other.
my life is a constant mediocre sitcom.
in your face college
also, while walking to Dave's in the rain with my umbrella (which I think actually belongs to a certain stephanie jones) I decided to exercise my vocal chords by singing while walking uphill. I went with the obvious song selection, singing in the rain. I think the mailman walking by enjoyed it, or hated me for having a cover from the falling water. either way, I sounded great!
Im not a fan of dead worms. How they get washed out of the soil when it rains, then they're left to dry on the hot sidewalks in the sunny days following. I scooped him up and stuck him back in the soil where he belonged. I hope he makes it.
Upon my arrival at Dave's building I stood outside to shake off my(or stephanie's) umbrella so I wouldnt drip across the tile in the lobby.....lots of elderly people live here, and they already have a hard enough time walking without water being all over the place. This little old lady stood next to me, staring, her eyes burning holes through me...I continued to shake until at some point the handle and the rest of the umbrella became detached from each other.
my life is a constant mediocre sitcom.