I'm going to another open mic night next week but I can't decide if I want to read an excerpt from my book or write something new.
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It would be really nice if the tall tables at school didn't rock back and forth so much when I put my elbows on them.
Of all the reasons for someone to want to interview me, I'm so glad it's because I'm a furry.
I would rather do genuinely anything else than go to my literature class today. Literature classes make me fall asleep when they're in person and I'm running on about six hours of sleep.
I'm now officially a member of Sigma Tau Delta. They're my second honor society that I'm a part of, the first being Phi Theta Kappa.
I had a dream last night where I was Luigi and I automatically wish I could go back to it just because of that.
Well, this week sure has been terrible. The only good things about it were Mr. Mart and the fact that I think I did pretty well on my meteorology exam. Everything else was really bad.
I guess I'm just feeling the effects of the season because apparently I'm not the only one who's gotten sick. A few of my school friends are also sick and one of my other friends told me that a few of his professors have gotten sick.
I appreciate fiction writing class for inventing characters/places like today's Mr. Mart, which lives rent free in my head for literally no good reason.
So I'm pretty sure I'm not actually getting sick, I think the air is just really dry. My sore throat coincided with a huge drop in the air temperature (huge enough that it went from 80 to 52 in one day and has kept on getting lower), and I don't have any other symptoms of being sick.
I'm going to be so mad if I get sick the week that I have a bunch of things going on at school. I'll wear two masks if I have to but I've been looking forward to one of these things for nearly a month and I'm not going to let some stupid sickness take me out of commission.
I wonder how obvious it is what one of my favorite parts of Wonder was.
When you want to change your theme but don't know what to change it to D:
I just realized that I've written 43 more pages of my own book than there are in the copy of The Great Gatsby I got for my literature class.
Dear people on campus: please stop running over so many skunks. It smells like absolute trash on the way into school because of all the dead skunks.