Day Seven, Afternoon

KASABIAN IS AWESOME!!!

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Well, the previous submission – I think that’s what you call it – was very not interesting, to the pint that I just saw words popping up that I care not to read about. Yes, I know, I am extremely critical, but whatever, it makes this lame college life somewhat more interesting. I am a bloody freshman, just like the kid with friends who feels alone. I can’t sympathize/empathize – I’ve no clue which one it is, and I don’t think I care – with the kid, being that I’m a true loner, and when do “hang out” with people it matters not because they don’t stimulate any of my intellectual buds, as I know I don’t theirs. Pomona is decent, but it gets old after a while. Everything gets old after a while, thank God winter break is so near…Christmas Break!!! I thought I’d sit here and write true prose, but I can only ramble and confuse the ink inside the barrel of my pen…My roommate is a total immature child, I abhor this, yet there is nothing to do about it. Kids in my hall are always on everybody’s arse; another reason why I don’t say much. My room fucking smells like Vanilla Body Spray, and it fucking kills my olfactory system!!! Classes, intellectually stimulating? Nein, it is high school all over except now I have to write better, and I have to deal with people who get offended by even the smallest remark ever. Oh, and WHY THE FUCK IS RACE SO FUCKING IMPORTANT? HUH? It is preposterous. It is so fucking illogical that this is where I’ll stop. Why offend the owner of this notebook too?