Drive by Russell Ford
After a week of frustration and not doing so well in French, I was about to give up and just accept the F for the course. My friend however just told me to stop being a little bitch and “take the balls out of my back pocket, try em on, and put em there where they need to be.” (a little crude, I know). After he told me that, I was just so determined to study like I never did before and just relearn everything from the very beginning.
You need friends like these because they’re there to help you in those types of situations. I was very grateful, thank you very much Josh.
I’ve been here in this library for almost four hours now and I feel like that I have this class in the grip of my hands again.
Moi? Je suis sportif. Je ne suis pas gentil, je suis plutot mechant. Mais, je suis tres amusant et intelligene. Je ne suis pas bete et paresseux. J’aime Francais, mais le cours est tres difficile. Je aime Francais parce il est beau.
Waking up in the morning.
On the way to school.
Seeing your friends.
Seeing those bitches you hate.
Seeing your crush.
Get called on in class.
See two bitches fighting like
And you watch them like
The final bell rings.
Go home and get on Tumblr.
Go to bed.
I died, like literally just died laughing on the floor with my roommate looking at me.
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and I ended up having a dream.
For some reason in this dream, my clock on my phone stopped. You know you’d figure that it’d be great because, hey I can sleep as long as I want now.
Worst thing that’s ever happened.
I kept waking up in my dream thinking if my clocked actually stopped or if this one minute just felt incredibly long. I didn’t enjoy it one bit, it made me uncomfortable whenever I fell back asleep and made me want to stay up till that one minute passes.
This was all in my dream though, so I eventually woke up when my roommate finally came back from break 30 minutes before he had class. Classy