finger story.

Okay, our semester just got over. I am sitting in front of the computer with nothing special to do. Next to me lies a stack of books and a bag. I want to put the books in the bag, but am afraid to do so because then I would have to open the bag and expose my laundry to everybody in the room. I am sitting next to a friend who lamented on her grades and is resilient enough to start studying right away. There are a bunch of guys behind me who are either playing starcraft, watching a movie, or eating stuff.This room is well air conditioned. There are a few students in the self study room. The school is not providing lunch today. The movie club is shooting their latest film outside the room, in the hallway. I just tried to put the books away into the bag, while nobody was looking, but shut the bag lid too fast and crushed my finger. I am bored. I am bored. I am bored. I am sad because I have nothing to do except this when I'm bored. I am wondering whether I should go home or stay and study. I am hungry because I didn't eat lunch yet. I want to learn starcraft. I am debating whether I should stay here or go to the self study room. I am hoping that nobody is reading this shit. I am going to listen to music.

%^#asdf, I just thought about my grades.