Today was only our first day of classes and I already have a raging case of senioritis. Showering? Note-taking? Book-purchasing? Attentiveness? No, no. These are but trifling time-sucks for lowerclassmen. I'd rather sit on the couch and fantasize about:
1. the job I'm supposed to do that doesn't exist
2. how I'll take the world by storm doing something completely fantastical, like inventing Dorito taco shells
3. buying a motorcycle and going cross-country
4. how to decorate the strangest elementary school classroom ever
5. food
6. the multiple books I could write
7. flying
8. Ryan Lochte
In other news, Moby Dick is funny:
"Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian."
"I sat down on the side of the bed, and commenced thinking about this head-peddling harpooner and his door mat."
Ha ha.
And people still throw their fliers on top of the garbage can.
Ugh. This place.
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