I just finished a paper for class. oh, it always feels so nice to be done. Even though I'm not. I still have to grade papers. But who cares? They can just grade themselves, that's what I say.
Now what should I do? I should start thinking about my Christmas vacation, to Sunny St. Louis and Broiling Brooklyn. Oh no! I can't think about it. I get too excited. I'm going to have so much fun. Doing what, you might ask. Nothing. Just, you know, chilling as they say. Seeing old friends and their smiley faces, bugging them with our lazy presences, kickin' off our boots and pestering them with silly questions. HAHAHA.
I'm turning thirty. My mom thinks that's gross. It is kind of gross. She's such a sweet mom. Grossly sweet.
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