This is the time of the year where I'm supposed to be working on schoolwork and finals, but all I want to do is be a hooligan and socialize with people.
I absolutely hate this.
Okay, 500 words of story tonight. (Wrote some of a poem instead. It's perhaps the weirdest thing I've ever written. Maybe I'll read a censored version of it at the next Open
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