| | And two hours later... Getting locked out of my house no fun. Knocking until my knuckles are raw isn't fun either.
But you know what's the least fun of all? Finding out your father was home the whole time.
I got bored and hunched over on my stairs, trying to hide from any passerby and talking to myself. Yes, from 4 o'clock until about 15 minutes ago, I went crazy while my father napped.
My back is sore, and my finger are sticky from weeding the plants out of boredom.
Besides getting locked out, I've also racked up the total count of my projects to 6.
Graduation isn't coming quickly enough. Too much optimism killed me. Now I'm back to whining.
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| | Posted 5/14/2008 7:04 PM - 113 views - 6 comments
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