I had a
date meeting with my english professor to talk about my upcoming research project. basically i’m doing all this research shit for grad school; like i just busted ass applying to colleges last year, now i have to worry about grad school?
My brother called me an anarchist.
Good college is getting to me; radical cognitive expansion.
I’m reading this book for my ethnic lit class, and all that is going through my mind right now is, ”LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK”
I cannot believe that I am struggling to find pot in my hometown right now. This is disappointing.
This will be my third and final Black Friday. I’m done with the commercialization of holidays.