Actual real posting time.

Well, after that doozy of an introduction post

Let's get to some real shit.
It's 10 PM. I'm in a Skype group with some dudes.
They're cool dudes. Except Will.
I only went to two of my classes today, so that's neat.
I don't know where I'm going with this.
I'm just typing, and listening to these guys be idiots while I type.
Now Connor's beatboxing. Damn honky.
Tap tap tap.
Onomatopoeias are great.

Oh yeah, I was told I look exactly like the lead singer of The Killers. I don't know who that is.
Connor said "That poor bastard."
I quickly, and very cleverly responded with a well worded "Fuck you."

I'm going to be living with these guys in the future. Except Will.

I guess this post really went nowhere.

Welp.
Fuck y'all, I'm beautiful.