dear diary;
i am currently sitting in chuck's room. social. hes mumbling on about something cold war. allies maybe.
i went to subway for lunch. it was real good. walked to opa! to see if Robyn was working, but she wasnt so i got a starbucks iced tea. blah blah blah. im so fucking bored. this class never ends. and it just started.
i wish i could stay home tonight and tan and sleep and do psych. work is going to be busier than life.
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one thirty.
ninty-five minutes left.
one thirty one.