that gettting out on a Monday night is comparable to paradise. Especially if I am downtown eating ice cream with my mac in my lap. So that’s me–right now. Here I am at Spill the Beans sitting with 2 friends. School is not on mind (oh, stink–i just blew it). I am about to start homework . . . here. Why do I do this to myself? Why do I bring school to the best of places??? WHY??!! Why does paradise turn into death at the thought of homework . . . clearly I don’t have my ice cream yet. I’ll be fine in a minute–after I order.
Back. Things are better. Even ice cream can’t be ruined by homework . . . or so I tell myself.