Somewhere in Rome there is a man named Giuseppe, and he is in love with me. I have obviously chosen the wrong city, and am missing my one chance to have a sordid european love affair. Woe is me.
I am about 3,200 words into a 4500 word paper that is one of three papers. thats pretty good, right?... right? heh.
As always in academically stressful situations, my roommates and I have been bonding the last few days. We have this thing where we all go in the kitchen and eat a lot of chocolate and pretend we are working really hard on our respective papers. Also sometimes we drink wine. Ummmm basically it's the most productive system ever devised. This is why we are all going to flunk out of life.
Today for dinner we had this really healthy sitr fry with chicken and vegetables and rice. Then we followed it up with a 250 gram bar of milk chocolate, each square of which was dipped in peanut butter, and an entire package of chcocolate biscuits. I am pretty sure men do not do such things. I wish they did.
I really like this part of the great gatsby:
"What part of the middle west?" I inquired casually.
"San Fransisco."
"I see."
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don't date here. trust me.
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