Ugh. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck oh fucking hell

I have a test in about 3 hours that I am most decidedly not ready for, but I'm writing in this because I have just about reached my wits end. Technically I need at least an 86% on the next two exams to pull off a 3.0

Yeah

Not gonna happen

Whatever, man. You wanna run a class in which a grade will depend on 3 cumulative exams, that's your fucking deal, dude. But I'm telling you now, no matter how attractive and funny you might be, you're gonna pay. I'm voodoo dollin' ya tonight...once I've slept and regained some of my self-confidence.

Oh, and that's the other thing. I have rehearsal from 10 until 1am tonight. Whoopde-fucking-doo. I swear on all that is holy, if I fall asleep and snore and someone wakes me up

Yeah, well, I'll just have to make me another voodoo doll.

I can just keep churnin' 'em out, people. Don't think that I won't, because I will.

On a less violent note, this weekend was relatively good. I spent more time on the couch, recuperating, that I would have liked, but there were some good movies on, so it wasn't too big of a deal.
Friday night was the Improv show with the freshies. They were fantastical. I was so damn proud of them in between my fits of laughter. Yay! Then, of course, got smashed at the after-party. As I put it later, I probably wouldn't have gotten as drunk if the party had been better, but it was fine all the same. I ate a lot of really really cheap Taco Bell, and now I'm not sure if it tasted SO GOOD because I was drunk...or because eating that cheap really can actually taste that good.

Saturday night, I saw "The Time Travlers's Wife." Eh. Cute movie. Emily's told me that I have to read the book because the book isn't a chick flick like the movie was. I mean, it wasn't half bad. It was more funny when the lights came up and a good portion of the girls were still crying. Their faithful (we hope) boyfriends had awkward arms around them, trying to hold back laughter. I just laughed out loud. I think inside, they appreciated that someone was laughing at their girlfriends.

Sunday was study day

And now we're back to my overwhelming desire to buy pins. Lots and lots of pins. Thick ones. A ridiculous amount of thick pins dipped in acids, shat on by a dog, blessed by Lucifer himself.

That sounds good

Now...take it easy. don't die. don't get raped

(all that seems a little empty considering, doesn't it. oops. oh well)