I didn't go to any of my classes today.
I was really late for philosophy, and the fact that parking took me longer than usual really helped.
Since I was late, I decided not to go to class, since it wouldn't have done me any good anyway, and went to the student center to kill some time 'till class ended. After about 10 minutes of doing nothing, I went to the library and checked out some books.
I haven't checked out any books since 6th grade.
I got three books: "Franny and Zooey" by J.D. Salinger, "Walden Two" by B.F. Skinner, and "The Best of Ralph Waldo Emerson" by, uhh, Ralph Waldo Emerson. Why these books? Well since I liked "The Catcher in the Rye" so much, I wanted to check out more books by Salinger. "Walden Two" was recommended in my psychology teacher's syllabus, and the last book, I just like Emerson. He's nutty.
I read for a while, then it started raining/sprinkling (actually I just felt three drops), and I just felt like going home.
So I did.
Jules: More girls should take initiative and be bold. Of course it's allowed.
Dijonnaise: Wait. So you're telling me to be a hermit, but I should pay more attention to her and let her notice that? AROO?!
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