Do teachers understand if you skip thier class because you have cramps?

Will they let me make up the test?

Fuck this.

But like I've said before, I think I can be happy anywhere. Even without a car, or money, or an ATM card. So yeah, I'm doing really well.


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There are so many people here. I just don't know what to do with myself.

Going to Burlington tonight. The city this weekend. Hopefully a rave in Springfield next weekend. Taking 18 credits. My schedule's pretty fucking packed.

I'm doing pretty good though. Happy and all, most of the time.

Some girl today told me that I shouldn't be smoking.

I told her that lots of things shouldn't be happening.

Oh. And fuck this being all friends only and shit. Fuck caring. Fuck censorship. Fuck parents.

I think I am going to die.

I can't breath. Everything is blurry. My whole body hurts. I still have to write 9 and a half pages of this essay (because I'm a big procrastinating loser). Have to finish by 9.

And it's 4:45 in the fucking morning.

How do you know if you have a sinus infection, and can it kill you?

Last entry. No more public knowledge. No more "I have to tell you something. I read your journal." No more issues.

Over and out.

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Harvard fucking rocked.

I have that "it doesn't feel right to be back in my house again" dreamish feeling. It's like a big black cold void in here.

I wonder why I don't feel like talking. Or writing I guess. Maybe I will later. Lots of stuff happened.

Huh.

Dark smoke fills the scene and pump up music slowly gets louder. The audience sees a ninja and his girlfriend eating at a super expensive restaurant. The girlfriend is so hot that steam is coming out of her mouth or hair. Some old idiot is sitting by the couple. The idiot is giving the girlfriend "the eye" and popping like 16 boners. But the ninja ( Read more... )

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