I went to a party tonight for the end of the creative writing year, and had some rum and cokes. Then I got a ride home and left my car on campus.
Now I'll have to go back tomorrow and get my car. ;_;
This is what my posts are going to be like from now on, folks. Emoticons and the facts, ma'am. Just the facts.
I'm also on the phone. Right now. EAT THAT.
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On the phone WITH ME! Sorightrightnow. Noam Chomsky?
(We're awesome friends)
I was working. Was the party fun? When are you going to get your car?
Is it possible that things will arrange themselves in time and space in such a way that there could be bubble tea somewhere tomorrow? (And since it's 3 a.m. by that I mean today. Or you know, maybe the day after? Whatever?)
Too many questions!
Now I'm very slightly hungover! Which makes me want bubble tea all the more.
I was gonna get my dad to drive me to campus but he's hiding. I also need to pick up the binder I left in Thea's lounge last night, and those sheets for classes next fall? O the pressures that fall onto meee.
I'll call you re: tea action.
I made the no-driving call for your own good, Claire. YOUR OWN GOOD.
p.s. Do you think that dog made it to the border?
That dog is de-masking the villian behind the villian as I type this. That dog is being awarded the key to the city and falling in love with a girl dog that looks exactly like it (with pink bow behind one ear) and everyone is clapping and laughing. I hope.
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