Wasn't that a nice entry by Jeffrey? I was sooo thinking the same thing. He'll make a fine journalist because, you see, he has a way with words. Between the lines of pseudo-racism and eccentic ideas is a WONDERFUL journalist.

Wahooo! I love Jeffrey!

Anyways... it's 7:37 in the morning. I have class soon. See, I actually went to bed at 10, so I sort of woke up on my own, only super early. I also woke up alone. See... my roomate Amanda went down the hall without her key. Then I think Vanessa locked it (for some reason) and left. So here I am, all alone and able to play my music at a moderate level (without worries of waking the chillun).

So yesterday, I went to the library to go study. At one point, I decided to take a break and read These Barren Leaves by Aldous Huxley because it sounded good. No. I hated it. It was a sort of Jane Eyre/Tess of D'Ubervilles style. An old book about rich people. Sort of like the Great Gatsby but OLD. I hated it. Maybe I should've gotten more than 10 pages into it, but I just don't like reading about rich people I guess. I'd quote Good Charlotte here if they didn't suck so much.

Hey! Time for class!

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