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Apparently I was unclear in the last entry. I can hang out on nights on the weekends, too, but I can hang out during the day during the weekends and not during the week.
Right now I'm sitting in the NOVA cafeteria, drinking a Jones soda and waiting for my next class. It's at 12:30, so I've got an hour to wait. There's a guy playing pool and the tv is set to "Divorce Court". It's nice and quiet, and I can honestly say that I no longer miss high school. No one makes fun of anyone here. This soda is sugar free. It tastes like poo.
So, it was snowing last night. But it was only flurries in Manassas. In Alexandria it was snowing like hell. They probably got out of school today. Lucky cunts. But it's alright... I don't mind being here. Still... I do miss the exuberance of a snow day.
My hoodie has disappeared. I looked for it for about an hour this morning. It isn't in the house anymore. I don't know where it went, but I don't want to buy another one, so it had damn well better turn up. Or there will be the devil to pay. The pressure's on and the rebs attack the yanks must hold they can't fall back just two brigades two thousand strong against twenty thousand they can't hold long general reynolds makes his way expect no mercy from the iron brigade until he shows they're on their own but buford's men have a will of stone bayonets gleam in the morning sun smoke and fire belching from their guns another volley and again they strike thousands more coming down the chambersburg pike this tragedy and what it brings all the devestation men(the reaper has his way) men will kill and blood will spill to preserve the nation (there'll be the devil to pay). Well, that filled up a few minutes. I guess I'll just try to keep typing until it's time for my next class. Of course, I will be courteous enough to put all this under an lj cut and label it as busy-work typing. Fuck fuck fuck. In any case, I... um... hm. Oh, I finished Prometheus Bound and am starting on Oedipus Tyrranus tonight. I love anything written before the year 1850. God, I just read the ingredients on this bottle. they use splenda and they expect it to taste like sugar. horseshit. ick. in any case, I'm sick of this, so I'm going to be done now. Farewell.
Right now I'm sitting in the NOVA cafeteria, drinking a Jones soda and waiting for my next class. It's at 12:30, so I've got an hour to wait. There's a guy playing pool and the tv is set to "Divorce Court". It's nice and quiet, and I can honestly say that I no longer miss high school. No one makes fun of anyone here. This soda is sugar free. It tastes like poo.
So, it was snowing last night. But it was only flurries in Manassas. In Alexandria it was snowing like hell. They probably got out of school today. Lucky cunts. But it's alright... I don't mind being here. Still... I do miss the exuberance of a snow day.
My hoodie has disappeared. I looked for it for about an hour this morning. It isn't in the house anymore. I don't know where it went, but I don't want to buy another one, so it had damn well better turn up. Or there will be the devil to pay. The pressure's on and the rebs attack the yanks must hold they can't fall back just two brigades two thousand strong against twenty thousand they can't hold long general reynolds makes his way expect no mercy from the iron brigade until he shows they're on their own but buford's men have a will of stone bayonets gleam in the morning sun smoke and fire belching from their guns another volley and again they strike thousands more coming down the chambersburg pike this tragedy and what it brings all the devestation men(the reaper has his way) men will kill and blood will spill to preserve the nation (there'll be the devil to pay). Well, that filled up a few minutes. I guess I'll just try to keep typing until it's time for my next class. Of course, I will be courteous enough to put all this under an lj cut and label it as busy-work typing. Fuck fuck fuck. In any case, I... um... hm. Oh, I finished Prometheus Bound and am starting on Oedipus Tyrranus tonight. I love anything written before the year 1850. God, I just read the ingredients on this bottle. they use splenda and they expect it to taste like sugar. horseshit. ick. in any case, I'm sick of this, so I'm going to be done now. Farewell.