So I have a gazillion papers to do. I just pulled an allnighter before my macro final at 8:30.
Did I write anything? About 2 sentences.
I stopped to get food at 1:30 with Mel, Ari and Krista. We all went to the formal lounge to eat, and we ended up staying long past that.

So I'm unproductive and tired. Gr8.

First mostly successful party in my room.

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Can anyone lend me a hundred bucks?

These days, I spend too much time standing over toilets hoping I don't puke.

Also, I'm probably going to fail world politics.
And I have no motivation to stop that from happening.

This weekend is not getting repeated ever.
I need to get the fuck out. I hate this place so much wah wah emo yes I'm whining but seriously this blows.

If I can finally get my April money, my top priority is assuredly a trip to NYC next weekend. I don't care how much fun is ostensibly being had here, I'm fed up with this place.

College is such a scam.
Enforcement of the dry-campus policy has nothing to do with student safety.
We didn't learn not to drink last night. We didn't even learn not to drink on campus.
All we learned was to not keep all our eggs in one basket.

So we get cliches and empty bank accounts from this school.
And they're gonna ask me, "Why are you

I feel like everytime I enjoy myself, the world falls apart.

My entire stat class was sent this email today.

Bold = Marshall, Heather and myself
Underline = just me

"Some persons who attend this class (some only
on occasion) have made it their practice to
chat throughout the class.

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