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Yay. Class has started again, and yet, I'm bored out of my skull. I just finished writing a poem on poetry.com about nice guys. It's called Nice Guys Finish. While it's an okay poem, not great, but okay, it's really depressing. I'm not sure why I wrote it, I'm not a nice guy, and I argue with anyone who calls me that. Yet I wrote the poem. Oh well. I'm kind of despondent right now, and I guess the poem just reflected my mood. There's nothing happening on The Zone right now, and I'm not supposed to use AIM in the computer lab, so there's nothing much to do since I don't have homework yet. Grrr. I suppose I could always go to class, but it doesn't start for another twenty minutes. <pop> My medulla oblongata just hemorrhaged. My eyes have glazed over. Time to go. |
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