it's the 22nd. a really pretty sunny day.
the past few days have been drizzly and cloudy.
upstairs somewhere, someone's playing his electric guitar and singing.
i hear snippets of conversations: i want to write my essay. outside my door.
and yeah, i've spent the past week holed in my little room, reading loads, so i can do my essay =(
man i have no life. haha.
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