can i come home with you?
Please, Jerry Garcia. Listen to this:
Grades are catching up with me, and so forth. Most tired. Getting sick. Must write an essay about Forster's 'The Longest Journey' by tonight.
Kids in my English class are very irritating. Implying religion isn't intellectual, etc. It's not that I'm offended; I just can't tolerate people who don't know what they're talking about. This could range from religious worship to turtle mating, whatever. I have few peeves, but this is definitely one of them. In short, stupid people.
Maybe I just love Emerson too much. He completes my sense of self. It's true. I should be reading him, on days like these.
All I'm doing is bitching, today. That, and pounding the caffine.
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