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im at work on the holiday (is it labor day or veterans day? i always get them mixed up) and its soooo slow and lamecakes but jamaal, erica, and i just spent the last hour discussing "indoor" vs. "outdoor" high schools (erica went to school in pennsylvania so she went to one of these strange "indoor schools" and even had a LOCKER hahaa).  i want english breakfast or a breakfast burrito and to not have to take this motherfucking spanish test tomorrow. i got a fucking c+ on my last paper. WHY?! It was a fucking amazing paper. i was so proud of it. i fucking hate spanish 25. its the most tedious worthless bullshit of all time. UGH im never taking a class with gonzales-smith again. none of her fucking exercises she gives makes ANY sense, and i know im fucking GOOD at spanish but the grading is so fucked up that she takes off so many points for getting, say, the gender of the nouns wrong even if all our grammar structures are perfect. this class can suck my cock so hard, and im going to be incredibly pissed if it somehow fucks up my grade/gpa enough that i cant go to Spain. I will cry and piss all over everything. 
other than that everything here is finefinefine. monterey was excellent; the campus is in a strange, deserted area. there are at least 5 unused, broken-windowed fucked-up buildings for every building that's actually in use. so bizarre. i am grateful for the long weekend and the impending thanksgiving break (someone is covering my shift so im all clear to