Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Instant lunch is a miracle.

I haven't made one new friend.

Which is fine, I really don't mind because every night the following conversation occurs:

Me: Good night, Samm.
Samm: Good night, Randy. I love you.
Me: I love you, too.

What more could you need?

My film class rocks, but it doesn't make up for the fact that it starts at 3:45 and ends at 7:30, completely going through any chance of getting decent dinner.

Hence, I am eating Instant Lunch and Premiums and Chips Ahoy, which is fine.

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