Tuesday, 09 May 2006
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Well, I initiated confrontation. Why the heck do 4 ppl have to pick the 4th FLOOR! The quiet floor! for group discussion of nothing whatsoever involving finals at freakin 3am and beyond. One of my allies has departed. Perhaps I was reading mixed signals, but he seemed fed up with them. Sighing. Loudly clearing his throat. Peering over the edge of his cubicle. Yes yes. And the other guy getting up a few times, glancing their way. I wondered. Pondered what I'd say. Decided now or never, got up, and I think asked pretty nicely. And they were nice. I felt kinda...I don't know the word...uppity? Snobby? But why the heck should I? I'm here studying, dang it! When I should be sleeping! NO ONE ELSE IS HOLDING CONVERSATION OUTSIDE THE STUDY ROOMS. oK. LOL, I have indeed typed up a page since then. It sucks, but it's words bascially expressing my idea. OY OY OY. Canta y no llores. Can't canta here, though. Back to the essay!
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