Im sitting at my college next to a guy listening to Panic at the discos "nine in the afternoon" on repeat. Strange? I kinda think so. Cory is supposed to come get me but, alas he is not here and my tummy hurts. ugh. i hate mornings. I have to poop. and i blame cory and megan. Fuck being regular. assholes.
anywho, I printed out my history notes. Ballin. i think i need to do up to 35. hmmm tempting.