alexsandria

I've decided that in support of you my dear, I shall take finals this week as well. So I've been showing up to random NYU classes, borrowing a pen from the kid who speaks no english (seriously, how did he even enroll?) and just jotting down answers. I occasionally look up and to the right, tapping the pencil on my lip, in a very "college thinking" sort of way. I turn in the test, and approach the teacher, saying, "You have taught me so much this semester. Although I sit in the back and you probably don't remember me, I'll remember you. Always..."

Yeah, I seem to like that "confused" look in pictures. It makes me laugh. So does watching people trip. Does that make me a bastard?

I really hope those teach's do remember me. Cause I really do wanna live forever...you know? I wanna learn how to fly - HIGH!