Age: 18 years, 5 months, 22 days

Are you joking? I hate this class. COM 101. Ah.  Well, at least I can write. Oooh,  I feel sick. These brownies are tasty, but don’t settle well. Blah.

 I miss having a film class. I love it so much. I just saw redacted working on a film project. I want to make a film. I want to at least keep up writing. I need more time. This weekend I plan on catching up on philosophy in Greek. Then maybe I’ll be able to work on this.

 I’m going on a date with redacted after this class. I do want to go on a date, I can’t lead him on. We’ll see how this goes.

Redacted’s moving out. I know that this entry consists of fact points of the day’s events. It’s not very interesting or creative. I’ll excuse it though. Anyway, redacted is moving out. It makes me sad. I’m going to be all alone. It was extremely sad two hours ago, but I’ve talked to some people ( not about it)  and diverted my attention.

 I guess that there are benefits. I don’t have to impress anyone, and I have a guest room. I’d love to have people stay over and offer them a bed. It opens up some opportunities. And I don’t have to lock the door.

 The downside is that I’m alone, with the possibility of someone I don’t like moving in. The real problem is that I’m alone and I don’t know the reasons why redacted is leaving. It means that she likes other people more than me. It’s a stab at my esteem.

I hate this class more than anything. It’s like second grade psychology. I can’t take it. I’ll have to start on a project to work on in class. Like a persuasive debate paper on why this class should be thrown out. 

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