I recieved an “A?” on my short story. A? I love you England, but you're messed up.
This is what I look like with short hair sitting in Wencelas (sp?) Square in Prague:
I make a lot of deadjournal entries when I have a big assignment due.
More Prague pictures can be found in my weekend jaunts section. My sense of motivation cannot be found.
p.s. I just cleaned my room. I have started the essay… but only the superficial formatting books. No actual typing. I continue to put it off, and I am becoming more tired and dizzy as we speak. This should be fun. My msn hasn't worked for like a month, and I am starting to miss some of you. For those interested/able, might I remind you that I can be found on aim at papermyrth ALL THE TIME.
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