I went to sociology at 11, took my final, and left. I don't think I did too great. I didn't study at all. I literally skimmed over the chapters and that was it. I won't be too surprised if I got fucked with a C in that class. After that I did kind of a curious thing. I went through the courtyard over to the theater area and went in the bathroom. I got out my plastic baggie which only had a pinch left in it, stuffed it in my bowl, and got about two nice size rips out of it. Then I went back out in the courtyard and smoked a cigarette. I actually don't have any cigarettes right now, but I also barely have any gas, and no money (!). I think I might have a dollar on me and some change. Shiiit. I should go to the bank. Anyway, I went into the library when I finished my cigarette and listened to my ipod. I think I listened to some Bon Iver and some Sonic Youth. It was great. I didn't have class again for an hour. I figured I would just kick it at school, go buy some candy from a vending machine, and maybe study a bit for my next class, which was American History. I started my trek to the vending machine, and when I got there I bought a rice krispy bar and a bag of peanut m&ms. I noticed I didn't have my gatorade, so I ate my rice krispy bar while I walked back to my car for it. After I finished my bar I opened the m&ms and ate them. Then I walked back, with my gatorade, to some benches where I always smoke. I was gonna just smoke and chill and maybe listen to some music, but this girl I know walked out to talk to me. She is really fucking hot. Wow, .. just yeah. So I talked to her and we smoked a cigarette, then she left and went to class. I still had about 30 minutes until my class. I walked over to a new spot to sit and smoked another cigarette. I only smoked about half then flicked it to the ground. As I walked back to go inside, sit down and look over my notes, I saw the girl Kayla who sits by me in the class. This is another girl that is just unbelievably beautiful. Better looking than the previous girl. She's smoking a cigarette (everyone fucking smokes here, I swear) and as I walk by to go inside she smiles at me and I, behind my sunglasses, return the small. I went inside to look over my notes and I could see her through the window on the phone. I spent about ten minutes reading and then thought I would start the walk to history. When I walked outside, Kayla was still on the phone and I stopped to smoke yet another cigarette. When she got off the phone she yelled to me, "Have you studied for the final yet?" "No, not really," I said. "I think I might do a little reading this weekend." "Yeah, I haven't studied either. What about the quiz for today?" "I've looked at the notes a little bit," I said. Then I see Dane, walking toward me with his long, orange hair dusting his shoulders. I knew I would have to acknowledge him, probably talk to him for a bit, but I wanted to be talking to hot Kayla, not him, even though he is a really cool guy. I'm still talking to Kayla when Dane walks up. He's smoking a cigarette. "Are you taking the quiz today?" I asked Kayla. "Maybe, I'm not sure." We're in the bonus round for our quizzes. He gives us seven quizzes and he takes our best five. Then there was a small lull in the conversation and I felt obligated to talk to Dane. "So how was yoga yesterday?" I asked him. We are in racquet sports together but on our last day the teacher was going to put on some type of relaxation tape. "It was pretty stupid. She put on this tape for 20 minutes and then we left." I didn't go to class on Wednesday because I felt sort of sick. We're almost done. Only one more day--the final. I wonder what it is she wants.