I've been in classes since the first day of my senior year, which seems like forever ago, but it really wasn't that long ago. Tonight's the drop deadline and as I was banging my head on my accounting notebook, I may have made a bad decision. I may have made a good decision. Goodbye classes. DROP. I hope I don't regret this in the morning. I REALLY hope I don't regret this in the morning.
On a better note, this song has been stuck in my head because Jake and I sang it on our "roadtrip" to the Manti pageant. Julian Smith is my hero, he epitomizes my humor.
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