if someone saw the amount of tissues in my trash cans, they would be led to think that either i'm sick/have allergies, or i'm a masturbation freak. you won't find any lotion in this apartment. oh wait, there's one next to me. damn.
6 lbs. 11 oz. and 19.5 in.
so i found out her name. finally. that hot blonde in my group b bios class. we were giving presentations today. my professor had the nerve to give me lip about a part of my presentation during class. crush him.
so much for having a baby cousin with an april birthday. she was too anxious/in a hurry and decided to pop out this month instead. that ho.
study time. test. systems phys. no sleep. i hope. that means my condition's not improving tomorrow, or the day after (endo test).
i have this urge to buy a new wallet. either a poplin or a magic one.
i'm having the oddest dreams when sick. i had one the other day where i was sitting in the front row of dr. brown's econ class, and sleeping right in front. i felt soooo bad. yeah, that was it. not as graphic as the porn one with drab.
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you GO TO HELL!
or rather...GO BACK TO BLOGSPOT!
When you only have one friend you see on a daily basis, and they depend on you to keep them from falling into a constant depression, what happens when you're depressed?
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