This subject makes me so pissed I can barely talk about it. You know that kid right? The kid I nearly killed of asphyxiation in the pool, or at least I probably got remotely close to. Well, as you can see from my title, I’ve reached my boiling point. Now I’m at the point where I can’t talk about it… Its just really been on my mind lately and I can’t do anything to get...
My writing was called pseudo-intellectual today.
You could say that I lack depth perception and I just can’t be subtile, probably I just need to work on less fact more substance I guess. Does that make sense? Well anyway I have an essay to do and fast so I need to make this entry short and sweet.
Bored, need life.
Tess says I need more of a social life, its my sophomore year and I should be slighly overworked and still be able to go out with friends. :P I need to do that more.