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I cry when you say you kissed her.

Rrr. So tired. I'd go sleep outside of Faculty Hall, but it's raining and a bit chilly in that wind ( Read more... )

Rrr. Check out my userpics. I made 'em!

"Uhhhhhhhhh. That research paper...uhh. The one you turned in....uh....earlier this year. You're going to turn it back in on November the sixth...and you're going to turn in your analysis refutation paper on November the fourth. Uhh...your portfolio, you need to shoot for November the 27th--what? That's Thanksgiving? Oh...well, then try for ( Read more... )

It's like fly mac daddy yo pop flip style.

Word.

Oh God, oh God, I love laptops. =3

I rented one from Waterfield Library, and sweet mother of bean paste, I love this thing. It's so warm...like a kitten in my lap! ONLY IT'S A COMPUTER AND DOESN'T CLAW MY THIGHS.

Ra ra ra.

Anywho, more work tonight. But! I'm being a good student! I'm doing my homework! KUDOS FOR ME. CHOCOLATE-COATED KUDOS.

Meow.

"Sum up your opinion or impression of me in one word, leave it as a comment in this posting, and then post this sentence in your own journal."

I told myself not to feel like this. But I can't help it. Stupid past, coming to bite me in the ass with a cute smile and a punk hairdo.

I wish I could keep my life in line, but it seems to want to roam without my consent. College is making my subconscious more and more liberal.