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Pretty sure Cole is getting coal for Christmas this year because using people for frigging sociology experiment sounds pretty damn naughty to me.
I can still hear the wind howling outside. It reminds me of the times the autumn leaves would fall to the ground, reminding me that they went down with grace and in spring would regrow again even stronger, just like I would after this defeat if I ever mustered through it. The hours lag on, I lie here reminiscing. More hours pass, I scroll through the Internet, trying to distract myself from what my mind always has set in the back of it. I don’t want to think about it, but it’s always there, weighing on my soul. There’s a simple solution to rid of it, the wretched baggage, I could do it easily. But it hurts. It hurts so much, even the simple phrase that jogs it to the center of my mind. Anything but this would be better. Anything.
November 11, 2012
9:39 PM ET
I still have not completed my homework.
The worst part about having a cold besides the fact you can’t taste food is that when your family goes out and you want to sing aloud throughout the house, you can’t because your throat hurts and everything’s stuffy and life sucks.
one time I was so incredibly tired that when I went to wash my face I did it with toothpaste and I brushed my teeth with facewash. I think this is a perfect example of why school should not begin earlier than 9 AM.
I was actually going to finish my bio project early for once, but I mean, looks like the power’s gonna go out, so…
I think it’s a sign from God that procrastination is the life for me.
This week of school was a little refreshing, but can we just go back to summer now.
K, thx bye
