8*26*01 Beginnings of a ramble
Mom's upstairs watching Madonna. I'm downstairs in the dark, the monitor mocking white light. It's natural though, whatever. Jimmy Eat World...sometimes I hate them because they're so damn good. I smell like summer. Too bad it's over for me. Classes start tomorrow, with a not-so-rigorous schedule, but still, it's school. Eh, I'm killing time right now. Enough with that.
regress /progress
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