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( Houses of the Holy )
The Television Without Pity recaps (♥!) are enlightening! From last week! Look at the sign, ahahah. Brilliant. Also, I want to smack Dean's ass. YES I DO.
I try to make it a point to sit behind Dude-From-Wales in my American Lit class every time, and today I was passing papers forward to him and he turns around and looks at me with a grin and says, "Cheers," and I probably made some kind of retarded noise or something, I DON'T KNOW. I kind of short circuited. Just for a minute. Uh.
Tomorrow I've got to drive back to Tampa to go to an art museum so I can write a paper on a piece of art for Humanities. GUESS WHAT. I don't want to. Also, I will probably BS the whole thing. Symbolism. And, um. Stuff. I've got other pressing matters, really.
Still sick, though I've been downing orange juice and chamomile and popping zinc and echinacea, and there's a bottle of Nyquil with my name on it for tonight because now I cannot BREATHE, and I don't think anyone understands how this infuriates me so. Hate. Haaaaate.
AND THEN. There's that book. With the thing. July 21st. Oh baby, I am so there.
The Television Without Pity recaps (♥!) are enlightening! From last week! Look at the sign, ahahah. Brilliant. Also, I want to smack Dean's ass. YES I DO.
I try to make it a point to sit behind Dude-From-Wales in my American Lit class every time, and today I was passing papers forward to him and he turns around and looks at me with a grin and says, "Cheers," and I probably made some kind of retarded noise or something, I DON'T KNOW. I kind of short circuited. Just for a minute. Uh.
Tomorrow I've got to drive back to Tampa to go to an art museum so I can write a paper on a piece of art for Humanities. GUESS WHAT. I don't want to. Also, I will probably BS the whole thing. Symbolism. And, um. Stuff. I've got other pressing matters, really.
Still sick, though I've been downing orange juice and chamomile and popping zinc and echinacea, and there's a bottle of Nyquil with my name on it for tonight because now I cannot BREATHE, and I don't think anyone understands how this infuriates me so. Hate. Haaaaate.
AND THEN. There's that book. With the thing. July 21st. Oh baby, I am so there.
