I'm at school. Can you believe that? I've come into Koerner Library to check the blogs this morning, ala Marc Seyers, because I got here an hour before I needed to. I thought my class started at 1:00, not 2:00. This kind of thing happens to me a lot at the start of each term. I'm awesome in that particular way.
Oh my god. I love Coca Cola. I know it's bad in so many ways, thank-you-very-much-flyer-in-the-changing-room-of-Lulu Lemon, but it's also so good. So right, right now. Bless you Coca Cola. Bless you. I'm glad the allies won the war, otherwise we'd all be drinking Fanta, and life just wouldn't be the same. For other reasons too. Not just the Fanta.
Fanta sucks.
Are all these people around me studying? Or are they checking blogs? There's a group of pre-adolescent Asian boys across from me that are definitely not studying. Nor blogging. Blogging doesn't involve so many chortles. I should know.
I have to go to class soon, and maybe I'll try and sit next to the cool girl in the nice sweaters and beat-up Converse shoes, but I'll probably chicken out and sit in the front row, so that I can at least understand the lecture. My Oceanography professor has a thick French Canadian accent, have I mentioned this? It makes it hard to know what the heck he's on about unless you're close enough to read lips. I'm getting good at reading lips. Education at work.
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Coke. Any day now you're going to come a-crashing down and who will be there to catch you, Clairey? Jesus? I don't think so.
I wish I COULD crash. At least then I might remember how to sleep.
For myself, Coca Cola = speed.
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