So here I am. Yep. In the library. It smells of books. Heavily. I’d never been in here before [buffering] last week when I was forced to come here and take a test. Now, this shall be my Tuesday dwelling. An hour and a half. Still [buffering] ticking by. Still here.
Welp, I guess I could talk about yesterday? Is that interesting? Yesterday was International [buffering] Talk Like a Pirate day, and I celebrated in the only way I know how: by dressing subtly like a pirate. It wasn’t so subtle that my Arrrabic classmates didn’t [buffering] notice.
“Why are you dressed like a pirate?”
“Yarr! Do ye not know what day i'tis, ya slimy sea-dog?”
They think I’m [buffering] strange. I can hardly blame them.
And now I’ve managed to waste enough time, thinking, writing and otherwise doing nothing and I must be off to class. Hopefully I can [buffering] ...
