This isn't a very long list, guys. Don't make fun of me.

I know I have spent fourteen years of my life in school
I know A squared plus B squared equals C squared
I know that a copper solution can turn flames green
I know all about the effects of gravity
(I know skinned knees and bruises)
I know about Washington and our revolution
I know Beowulf and ( Read more... )

God damn I love that boy.

SO. FREAKING. EXCITED.

That will be all.

"Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do."

I seem to have made a poor life decision. :(

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Aaarrgh.

I'm going to become ambidexterous, so that next semester during finals I can keep writing even after my left hand falls off.

7:30 sounds like bed time to me.

I was going to write about my feelings, but it was getting a little bit depressing.

So, in a much cuter, more enjoyable way:


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I hate uconn's class registration system. I hate being a freshman. I hate not being allowed to take any classes that will be even mildly challenging (unless that challenge is to be able to keep my eyes open in class). I hate that any class that sounds vaguely interesting is, apparently, too advanced for me, or it's creative writing and it's already

Happy November

Day One: 1,431 words.

I'm still a couple hundred short for the day. (Considering that's really only a couple pargraphs I'm not very upset about it, but the trend must not continue.) I'll make up for it this weekend. Too many classes tomorrow.

Let's be street performers. Let's amuse people, and confuse people. Let's be statues. Let's stand really still and try not to laugh because they're paying us for doing nothing at all.
Let's make them wonder if we're even real.

Let's get married. I miss you.