So...
I'm still alive. Miraculously. Despite school's desperate attempts to murder me through intense academics and bass guitar.
Which reminds me, jazz band is fantastic and has definitely turned into my favorite class.
Choir, both of them, kind of suck. I'm so sick of stupid freshman girls who think they can sing soprano and hit on married men (including my father, which PISSES. ME. OFF.).
But anyways.
Psych is cool. I'm currently doing social psych, which I feel is going to be sweet. We shall see.
Oh my God, being a sophomore is WIERD.
Thought I'd rant about that.
Cheers.







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I wonder what's in a book while it's closed. I know it's full of letters printed on paper, but something must be happening, because as soon as I open it, there's a whole story with people I don't know yet and all kinds of adventures and battles
How are you?
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Raawwrr...x!
Oh, SNL
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She thinks so highly of him,
He can't see why she does.
She can't see why he doesn't.
*rar*
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