The WEEKEND.
Finally.
I really wished we had ended our English coffee house as the last period of the day (because going to double Bio after that was just murder).
And then when Peter wrote his love poem about Mrs. Galle, and she started crying, it was so NICE *sincetheywerebothinblack* heart
I love the beatnicks. Why was I so UNBORN in all of these great decades?
Bio: Hour long test and then the movie, Why Sex? Dr. King came in half way thru and turned down the volume. rofl
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