I cannot, i simply cannot any longer! Tomorrow is my last final, Alg. II, which I should be studying so hard for on account of i have an F, yes.. an F, in that class. But i have reached a point of indifference. I'm with Madison at Cecilamor's house amidst a sea of used tissue paper and the smell of tea tree oil. In one of our many "commercial breaks", as my math teacher likes to call them (brief moments of distraction often abruptly ended by someone going "okay, okay we have to work"), we began to talk about absinthe for some reason. In the Romantic spirit, my eyes basically twinkled. I suddenly got the urge to stand up, hop on cecilamor's car (WHICH I HAVE BEEN LEARNING HOW TO DRIVE IN shhh), drive to the airport, and catch the first plane to Paris. Once there, i will rent out a cheap flat and invite pete doherty, we would drink absinthe in teacups and read Baudelaire and Rimbaud to eachother. How i long to bond over Rimbaud with a fellow LiberTeen! Then, peter and i could to to the nearest café, and indulge in the fine pleasure that is wine, cigarettes, and exotic cheeses.I MUST STOP!
I am salivating.. i swear.
Alright, so i am off to my house now to not* study algebra, but instead.. pass out and dream of the hedonism to come...
ahhhhh
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