And so the first rush of testing commences: Chemistry on Thursday, Anthropology on Friday, Calculus on Monday, and Music whenever it damn well pleases.
I can't pretend to understand my music class, and it's probably just as well, the teacher seems to have an inbred hatred towards Western culture. Why, I don't know, but the fact remains that he prefers John Cage and Javanese gamelan concerts to rock 'n roll. 'Tis sad, 'tis true...
The weather has been far too cold. It leaves me uninspired and makes me miserable, especially in the mornings when I have to get up and shower and the heat isn't on yet. Naturally, I turn the heat on before I shower, but it takes longer than my hurried showers to warm the apartment.
I have no idea how the cross country team can bear to run in those tiny shorts and sports bras in the cold and wind. They must be made out of iron.
I must go to a review session now, but I want to leave you with one last thought: Valentine's Day can kiss my ass.
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It's 12 right now here. 69 there. Lawl.
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