Okay, so, sophomore year, yah?
My backpack is the heaviest it's ever been. Yikes.
Most annoying backpack related thing ever: Parents getting mad at you because your backpack is too heavy and expecting you to be able to do something about it. What, do they think we just fill them with bricks for fun?
I need all the books in my backpack. Do I wish I could carry less? Hell yeah. Can I? NO.
And the worst part is you can't get too mad at them (Well, you can if you want) because you know they're all well-meaning and shit and they don't want you to become a hunchback or anything.
Eh. Eh. Eh.
My popularity in numerical form... Oh dear, I'm a loser
About Me
- Anna Power
- Well, if you want the short description, I pretty much rock. The long description gets quite a bit long and rant-ish, where I start out talking about how insane people can be and get away with it, slowly descending into raving about system slaves and anarchy, screaming at the top of my lungs about the downfall of the entire human race, until I am reduced to twitching and occasional growling. Oh and fuck you all, I love Frida Kahlo.
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Hear hear!
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