finals...

mood: stiff
music: library at eleven
CPCetc: oy! school!

I have crafted two-hundred notecards into study material in the past twenty hours. I have also become ridiculously high on sharpie fumes. Oh, yes. I have triumphed at life.

American history was super-easy. I was the first person to finish. EnviSci was relatively okay, though I'm not worried about my grade. I had some applesauce (mmmmmm), listened to some Ben Folds (Mmmmm) and wished I was at home and not at school.

My hands are cold and mutilated. Oy.

I really want to go home and fuck around on Bosie for a while. Alas, I have to slave for Thetard instead. Then it's an hour of blessed sanity before I have to slave for Thetard some more. Except that 'slave' in that context means 'make awkward conversation and pray to dissolve into my ravioli'. Hopefully, Jessi and MattMan will be present and will aid in the keeping of my sanity. Hopefully. If not, Marion should fully expect me to go home and cry at her.

I need to make JohnJohn's mix. And everyone else's Chanukah present. Except, I might give them out at New Year's since, technically, it isn't Chanukah yet. Ha ha! Loophole!

Algebra is the most terrible, soul-crushing instrument on the planet. To hell with it!