To the Tune of "This Song's Just Six Words Long"

Well, I'm back at home now, so no worries there. Apparently Dirt Town has a very high rate of assaults on women, so Slacker walked us to the car, after warning us about being out alone, because of aforementioned crime rate. It would seem that this crime takes place off campus, which is, of course, better than on campus. But I'm slightly disappointed by that statistic. In any case, I'm safe.

Just thought I'd let everyone know. Now, on to a Feminism Paper.

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I'M STILL AT THE OFFICE AND MY LIFE SUCKS!!!

Actually, I'm just now leaving the office, and have decided to skip Dr. Bellboy's class. I have three classes left to go (only three, and too much work!) and two free skips. Soooo. She can't fault me for skipping her dreadful class on horrendous readings written in a foreign (and high-and-mighty) language for people who adopt that strange mentality that applies only the Quazarks from planet Composition. Sorry for all you Comp majors out there. Get real jobs.

Meeting went well. Still have job. Many supporters. Lots of gossip. Better not share here, or I might NOT have a job.

Not tired. Still have much writing to do by the time I get to pop some Melatonin and sleep. It's only a little after dinner in my personal time zone. I'll be up for a while.

There's cake later today in the main lobby. I'll be there. I'll skip class and blatantly get some cake right after that class. I had car trouble. I didn't feel well. My alarm didn't go off. I didn't feel like coming. Some reason will present itself.

I now need to go, since my ride is packing up. Ta.

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