One more time
My mind is fuzz and full of what you find when you clean out your purse and there is this really gross bit of crumbs from something you can’t really identify but its kind of sticky and smells weird. Seven more weeks of class and then its OVER. Finally, over.
School is killing me. Seriously. But its almost over.
So, yep. thats it. You all should entertain me for a while. Lazy bastards.