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11 Jun 12 at 12 pm

I’m actually a granola. 

In a beanie and hobbit birks. 

I’m actually a granola. 
In a beanie and hobbit birks. 

What up Friday night.

My floor is a ghost town. We don’t talk to each other, or acknowledge the others existence except for dear Colleen and Lizzie who I thankfully knew from last year. 

I mean I get that we’re all sophomores, we all have our own friends, but I’ve always been the kind of person who enjoys saying hi to the inhabitants of my surroundings, and maybe that’s just too much to expect out of everyone. 

Dang. (Deh-ng.)