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[vividdevotchka]

i just saw my english teacher walk by when i went into my dorm. i'm writing a paper for him tonight. on halloween. he must have went through the 'haunted hall' that's right above mine. i hear a shrill feminine scream every ten seconds or so and a thunderous banging noise accompanies it. i went upstairs after i took out the trash to peak at the hall, but it was pitch black and trash bags hanging from the ceiling obstructed my view. i wasn't going to walk through it and be harassed by other honors dorm girls. especially not alone. how pathetic that would be. i'm hearing two loud girls pass my room right now exclaiming about how scary it was. i'm eating saltine crackers and wondering what else i can do to procrastinate. everything i think of makes me feel guilty for not writing. going through my website rotation over and over doesn't seem to make me feel guilty, as it's the least fun thing to do. It also gives me the false sense that I am doing something at least minorly productive. I feel so lonely right now, but I can't bring myself to fix it. That's a very common problem I've been coming across lately.

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