13.11.2002 | 2:27 p.m.
Let's forget about the tongue-tied lightning...

I am procrastinating. I should be writing my paper on Sexuality in Ancient Greece. Instead, I am listening to Yankee Foxtrot Hotel , and writing diary entries that don't need to be written.

This semester is going to be academically disappointing. Only one straight A so far, that too in Experimental Music, which is far too easy a class for me to feel really challenged. We listen to Sister Ray and Tomorrow Never Knows and fucking John Cage in class! It really doesn't get much better than that. That's not to say the others aren't easy. World Cultural History is only a 100-level, but Dom does little to stop me from eyeing the clock every few minutes. Minority and Ethnic Relations is laughably easy; I wish Maria was a lenient grader.

"Oh,Aurina,it was such a pleasure marking your exam!" B+. I hate that about her.

This is probably the most random, boring diary entry in the history of diaryland. See how fried my brains are?

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