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All nighter for me. I'm hot with this McTeague paper now. I've got it down to a science. Writing the paper is making me realize how good a book it is, even though I only read half of it.

I went into the bathroom and there was piss all over the floor in front of the toilet and all over the seat. It couldn't have been Matt cause he's got an away message that says "Matt Dowd never misses, even when the ladies leave the seat down." But then again, that's the perfect cover. There was also spit on the sink. I put my hand right in it. Everyone is a suspect because everyone is drunk. Nick is drunk and angry. I want to know why. He was super angry. I was super scared of him.

I'm drinking my third cup o tea right now. It's really helping me to stay awake and also to write this paper. I stole all these tea bags from Signature Cafe first semester when I was drunk. I knew they'd come in handy some day. I also stole some sugar. I take three packets of sugar with every cup of tea. With this third cup, I only had one packet of sugar. I thought if I poured it really slow, it would equal three sugars. It doesn't, the tea tastes nasty. It's like sucking on the actual tea bag itself.

Speaking of tea bags, Andy teabagged me the other night and it was delicious.

VICTORY!

Aaahhhh! The papers are done. I think the McTeague paper is alright. The other one is a piece of shit, but it's only a rough draft. That's right, I'm handing in a rought draft 3 days late. I'm a loner, Dotty, a rebel.

So I stayed up all night and I still have 2 hours to kill before class. I know you don't care at all, but you really have no say in what I write in this journal.

In fact, I'm going to use a couple of expletives, and there's nothing you can do about it.

FUCK! SHIT! ASS! PUSSY! CUNT! STILLBORNS! EJACULATE! PENIS! PENIS! OH LORD PENIS! FUCK ME IN THE GOAT ASS! I DESPERATELY WANT TO PUT MY PENIS IN A VAGINA! I WANT TO FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF AN 8 YEAR OLD BOY!!! AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!!! NOTHING!!!!

So now I have to go to classes that I haven't been to since last Monday. Bill says he wastes 100 dollars per class if he skips at his school. Let's say that it's 75 dollars here. That's 75 times 10, give or take a class. 750 bucks! THANKS MOM AND DAD! COLLEGE IS SWELL!!! BUY ME ANOTHER CAR GODAMMIT!!!!!!

I just don't want to have to deal with the professors. They're probably gonna be like "Where the fuck have you been?" To which I will reply, "None of your god forsaken business." And then they'll say, "Yessir, sorry for all those years of oppression." And I'll say "DAMN STRAIGHT YOU HONKY FUCKING CRACKER! I'LL GIVE YOU JIM CROW LAWS, RIGHT UP YOUR FUCKING ASS!!!! YOU FUCKING COLLEGE NANCY BOY!!!! I'LL SKULL FUCK YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE IT!!!!"

And they'll all carry me on their shoulders. Today is going to be great!

And the day is mine!

I'm in class now, 10 minutes early actually. I made record time here. My walk was extra brisk today. Everybody was eating my dust and loving it. Oh boy, I'm coughing a bit now, I hope I don't cough a lot during class. I hate when I do that.

I hope I don't smell bad either. Not to disgust any of you who have some respect for me, but I'm wearing the same underwear I wore yesterday. I ran out of socks, so I just took socks out of the laundry basket. I'm wearing the same shirt and pants I have been for week now. Technically, I never took these clothes off, so it's not like I'm really skanking it.

Fuck you for judging me anyway. I'll do as I please. Be prepared to hear from me again from the library.

I'm good enough, I'm smart enough

I'm in pretty good spirits today. It's the whole no sleep thing. I was thinking about it as I walked briskly to class. When you deprive yourself of something as beautiful as sleep, you have no choice but to make the most of your day. It's when I get the most sleep that I regret being awake in the first place. After all, I could be warm and cozy and dreaming. Today is different though. I didn't sleep, therefore I'm ready to face the day.

You guessed it, I'm in the library. I have to staple a couple of papers together. That's why I'm here. Also, I wanted to update my journal.

So here it is: my update. I went to the Hub and got some more tea. It keeps the ticker tickin'. A little dab'll do ya. I get these small spells of intense fatigue out of nowhere. I also have a headache, but it's not that much of a problem.

I feel so gay today. I'm having a very gay day.






Gay meaning happy.









And also gay meaning gay.

This is weird, there's a person updating her journal off in the distance. I think it's stuffy30 but it may be someone else. I can't tell cause I can only see the back of her head. If it is her, well, that's just fantastic.

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Things slowed down after the library today. Actually, I had to leave the library because I was freaking out. I got all hot and nervous, so I got the hell out of there.

I just took a shower, so I feel alright now. Just a little tired.

Sorry about today guys, I went a little over the edge.