Semesterferien Teil II
I wish someone would write all my papers. That’s really all I wish for. Stupid, stupid papers…
My feet hurt because I bought those fancy slippers. They look nice, but you can’t move in them. It hurts. But I shouldn’t be moving around too much anyways. I should sit on my bottom and write, write, write…
Soon I can have bees wax again, since Harper has not send me any in three years, I have to go and get it myself. That’s really all I’m going to Chicago for. And green skittles, and my host family and Harper. So I guess it’s not just really just because of bees wax.
I’m writing nonsense as you can tell, just to keep myself from reading that book about interreligious dialogues, which is actually quite interesting but it all gets a mark for dumb or boring when it is for papers, I just hate writing papers.
bye, bye
current music: garbage-it’s all over but the crying
current mood: good