Oh waiting for the 22, not the most fun I've had all day.
I contemplated not going into school today, and well I feel I made the right decision, I felt better after dancing. No I do not want the #7. Where is the #22!!! It's late. I need to get home. My nose hurts, I want to lay down. My head feels really heavy and I need to plan classes for the weekend.
Bus!!!!!! Where in the world are you
Unimpressed. It is unacceptable for you to be twenty minutes late.
An old man just checked out a girl. Like really seriously checked her out. Then looked at me and smiled, what am I supposed to smile back at you, good job you still know how to stare.
I really wish I were watching the office right now. I'm starting at the very beginning, a very good place to start. I watched the pilot this morning. It's fun to watch even if you know what happens.
Ok this us ridiculous. And not in the way of getting rid of a bogart. Bus I don't get it, a bus that doesn't even stop here went by. Now maybe I should have hoped on the 7 but I'd have to wait for the 22 down the line anyways.
My nose is on fire!
Maybe this is a sign that I should just take it easy tomorrow. Sleep in and not go to school Albert will understand.
Why am I still waiting for a bus! Like there should have been two in the span of time I've been waiting. This is the fourth 19 I've seen since I've been here.
It's gotten dark
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