| I'm contemplating coming back to xanga town.
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| My school just gave me popcorn and cotton candy and a mocktail with a little umbrella in it.
What did your school ever do for you? |
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| What a great set of words to describe this. This... damn you, this.
This is pretty hard.
This strips any self worth I ever acquired.
This makes me so sreepy.
I don't know about this.
... this is kind of fun...
But, I think this may be a bad idea.
This is college, man.
This sucks.
Don't cry. It's only teenage wasteland! |
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| People willl give you 5000 dollars for your eggs. Why doesn't the idea of doing that completely bother me? |
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| Why does Atl insist upon being so damn chilly? This isn't Boston, or Bos rather. I want to see some damn sun and bluebirds and maybe some guys running through the campus shirtless. How can my dreams come true when my ass is so cold? It just isn't right. I'm wearing a winter coat in my dorm room, as if I'm from 1940 or something. (Sometimes I feel like I'm from 1940 at Agnes, but then I remember that I have a computer. And a car. And some rights.)
And Calculus sucks balls, too.
I want to quote Whitney Huston now, "... children... They can't take away our dignity." Goes something like that. Something. Like that. You go, Whitney. Now that I'm so much like Whitney, who wants to be my Bobby?
Enough of that.
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