Sometimes, it's just too bright.
I'm sitting in class. I'm a little tired (...it's 7:55 what do you expect), and HONESTLY, Prof, the lights are a little much.
Can we get some dimmers up in here? No? Nada?
THEN WHY CAN'T I HAVE MY SUNGLASSES ON?
Seriously. You SUMMON me from my bed with my light-blocking curtain (amazing) and subject me to nothing less than light torture. Safe to say that these fluorescents are cramping my style.
(And you know what, let's imagine I go for it. I just put my sunglasses on like IDGAF. I look like a literal D-bag. Emma, what are you doing? Take off your sunglasses.)
A girl can dream.
I used to talk before I could speak English so my dad nick named me "Radio Free Emma." Now, this blog lets me write all the weird things I was trying to say.
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