Gimme Gimme Gimme, don't ask what for...
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That's a Dirty Projectors song, that I like I guess.
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I honestly don't know what to say in here. I feel very frustrated and unable to do anything I'm supposed to do, which isn't all that much... I need to write an essay by 7pm tomorrow. Study for Botany and Human Sexuality and Math, I have all those finals on Wednesday. So scratch math, really, 'cause how can you study for that and how am I going to pass? The other two are easy. Essay is easy, and my English final is next week and will be so easy!
Easy Peezy... SF is calling me in so many ways...
This place is pushing me out like an infected splinter.
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