Well, heck, I don't know.
Maybe those voices in his head finally got to him.
Oh, wait, that's Rene Descartes.
I don't understand why I'm spending a perfectly fine Wednesday night studying for a World Area Studies quiz. It's not like it's going to be hard -- okay, I'm lying. It's going to hurt like New Year's morning with a hangover. But why am I so obsessed with getting an A on this baby?
It's got nothing to do with that 84 on my science test, of course.
That darndest little 84.
Nope.
Not that at all.
Nuh-uh.
Excuse me while I hit my head against a brick wall.
Carpe diem. Bond over a writing website. Come up with a crazy idea to start a blog together. We're wallflowers.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
RIP
THIS BLOG
8/2/10 - 10/18/10
LOVING WEBSITE
CHRONIC PLASTIC SURGERY PATIENT
UNWANTED BY OWNERS
May the Wicked Beavers blog forever live on in writing-website-stained memories.
8/2/10 - 10/18/10
LOVING WEBSITE
CHRONIC PLASTIC SURGERY PATIENT
UNWANTED BY OWNERS
May the Wicked Beavers blog forever live on in writing-website-stained memories.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Well, fudgecakes.
Matt Damon is, like, forty years old.
There goes my dreams of stalking him and forcing him to marry me.
However, Jason Bourne will always be within my age range.
There goes my dreams of stalking him and forcing him to marry me.
However, Jason Bourne will always be within my age range.
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