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I would say that I feel dead right now, but I don't think that dead people feel hunger. I don't think they feel the urge to play tetris either.


But, srsly. School, man. I think I'm going to describe the beginning of my fall semester using incoherent sentence fragments because: A) I don't feel like exerting effort and B) It's probably more interesting that way: Hot English professor. Endless attempts to make him laugh in class. Also eye sex. Fruitless. Will ask him out in spring. Obnoxious French detectives. Spanish = fiesta fantastica para todos. Gigantic-ass drama class. Beautiful lighting director: southern accent or speech impediment? Writing center madness. Kidnapped/sucked in by 18 crazy individuals. Shameless plug. Boys. Beers. COLLEGEEEEWOOOahsotiredsomuchworkandfunandsweetharmonizinandalsotomfoolery.

This is completely digressing. Also, I just really want a McFlurry right now... and that's saying something.