Kekekekekeke....
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Man. Spring Break isn't what it was all what I expected since I have an analysis work on poems I have to do every night for AP Lit. Ugh.
But dude.
I've got thiiiiiiiiiiiiis.
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I absolutely love how a song can totally overhaul a pathetic emotion of spite or boredom for me (and for most other people, I hope.)
I've been trying to figure out how the heck I was going to write this essay that seems so not pertaining to my life that I was really thinking about B.S.-ing it. But I can't stand doing that when I've got all the time in the world.
:blahblah:
So I used the time to cause total stress for my brain. :stab: Thus, I wretchedly put on my thinking cap (that just doesn't seem like its fits my head anymore) and tighten my (non-existent) belt and finally trudge on.
But finally I realized I had my cap on backwards and