The end of the school year is coming far faster than I want it to. My pierced tongue swells at night. Right now listening to some great tracks by the students who live downstairs...they wail like banshees at all hours of night, but some bloody good songs came out of it. Anyone who wants to give them a listen, I'll send them to.
There is a box of brownie mix that demands making in my room. I predict that I will be the Fine Arts darling if I bring them in this week at some point. Everyone likes brownies. I only wish I had time to make them from scratch. This whole box thing is cheating to the max.
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