I swear, a daily journal is just impossible to keep up with. Just yesterday a hoard of savage womprats stormed the Sather cafeteria; turns out one of the Chem students messed up again. It took the greater part of the night to clean them out, and well into the day to clean up the nasty mess they left behind. Those things always sort the dishes in entirely the wrong order.
So once again I delve into the strange and unknown, hoping somehow my words will reach someone out there. What must your world be like? You must have strange mysteries the finest minds here couldn't possibly comprehend. Chances are you don't have a flatmate who is close enough to graduation to transmit a blog across the divide between worlds.
So with the dishwasher explosion in the cafeteria, I've sadly got so many bleach spots on this pair of coveralls I'll need to get them replaced. I've been thinking about heading to the old nickle and dime anyway, see if they have a stiffer brush for my tail. The humidity of the summer has just left me a frizzy tangled mess I swear. Not too bad I suppose; it's always pretty even temperature around here. I love how this campus is right by the ocean, but not anywhere near a commercial beach. It's like, there's so much beauty when the forest grows right to the edge of its ancient home the sea, and tidepools are so teeming with life, wonder and danger, I hardly see what people find so enjoyable about a big long hot stretch of dead sand.
I've got to get back to my homework. We've been studying color transformation this period. I can't wait until we get to the pattern color replacement algorithms! For now though, I'm supposed to work on lawn green. Hmm...
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