Promise What You Will - Iron and Wine
My philosophy class makes me want to rub my naked eyeballs with coarse sandpaper. Only twelve more sessions of it.
Yes, only six weeks left of this semester. School always manages to create the strangest temporal paradoxes (which should henceforth be called paradoxi). The past six weeks have been ridiculously long, but at the same time I can't believe the semester is nearly 66% over. I suppose I'm excited about the terminus, but not as much as might be expected. I guess the memory of last semester is still too powerful.
Yes, only six weeks left of this semester. School always manages to create the strangest temporal paradoxes (which should henceforth be called paradoxi). The past six weeks have been ridiculously long, but at the same time I can't believe the semester is nearly 66% over. I suppose I'm excited about the terminus, but not as much as might be expected. I guess the memory of last semester is still too powerful.
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Oh hey Peter, just make sure you toss a little powdered bleach on those eyes BEFORE you use the sandpaper, it makes a world of difference. For me anyways.
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