Friday, 9 December 2011

A taste of childhood.

Turns out, childhood tastes like fake fruit and sugar. How long before I turn orange?
It's Friday night, and I am officially doing absolutely nothing, which brings me a great amount of joy. Yes, I have a paper due on Monday, but I'm happy to ignore the confusing jumble that is Finnegans Wake for one more night, for the sake of my sanity.
Two exams down. Two to go. Throw in a few essays and I've still got a lot to do, but right now I don't care because I have Sunny D and ice cream. Life is good.

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