So me and Taco have the same class. We just figured it out because we're sitting next to eachother. Oh my, this semester has already started out silly.
the protest was amazing. The nazis were too scared to show themselves. The only thing we saw of nazis was them piling into a paddy wagon so that the police could take them somewhere safe.
Tonight was pretty fun. We played tag in the square. A bum from the south who was slow and liked to drink talked to us. We followed a 15 foot line of pennies. We raced. We ate. It was just a good night. I've reconciled with the square I think.
I went to visit a couple teachers today and i was told that I was going to be arrested for trespassing. At the very least you should avoid the psycho bitch who lives near the second floor house office (not Neville, though I've heard stories of her, the secretary I think).
Drawing faces is hard. Drawing anything is hard. Concentration is hard. Sitting down to do stuff is easy. Actually doing stuff isn't. Ideas are hard to come by, All the great thoughts have been concieved.
Or maybe thats the nature of a great, original thought? We have trouble thinking them because there's nobody thinking them for us.