September 08, 2003 :: 3:54 p.m.
it's hard to type with a watch on
Okay, quick entry. I don't really have time to write at all, as I'm supposed to meet Adam at his mom's house at 4 and I still have to pack some clothes, my books for tomorrow, and haul the DVD player downstairs. And then drive there, of course. But here I am anyway, defying logic and timeliness to fill my two loyal readers in on what's been going on in my ever-exciting life.
Lucky for me, this never takes long. Nothing's been going on, really. Nothing that I have time to get into now. My shoulder hurts from hauling around my big fucking portfolio case all day, I hate my Drawing teacher a phenomenal amount, and I need to see my advisor before Friday to drop Glass.
Urgh. The dog is making that stomach-turning "whuff, whuff" noise again. It's disgusting. I understand the appeal of masturbation, and I'm sure that if men could give themselves head they'd never do anything else either, but that noise just makes my blood curdle. Well, actually it makes my lunch curdle, but you get what I'm saying. BLEH.
Anyway. I must go. I'm tardy already and I haven't even started getting my stuff together. Ciao.
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