Naked Is So Much Better

Well. Survived. The first one wasn't so bad. The second one: yeah, that was bad. Third one, very easy. I almost slept through my thrid midterm. I had just finished the first two and went to Kerchoff to get my study on for the last one (which I hadn't yet studied for at all, and godamn, the chairs there are too comfortable. I woke up at 2:58 and my midterm was at 3:00pm. Fun times.

Dude. What the fuck is this? oh Jesus! Fucking shit. Nearly killed myself. Dianne had this weird looking thing on her deak, and I couldn't figure out what it was, when I finally busted it open it was this razor-blade holder thing. Gah. And now they're dropping everywhere and I can't get them back in. I think she has them as a plan to slice me. Slicer. I'll ah-slice you! Ok. This is only funny to me because Dianne and I say it once in awhile, and you know, you need the voice.

But really, I have no idea why she wouldn't have those. Haha. I mean't "would."

Mmmm.. a little frightened.

Ok. Going to nap for half and hour, then play the banjo, then go to dinner and then go to Royce. Yay! TGIF! oh god. Please realize that I wrote "TGIF" mockingly. I'm really not like that.

I still can't get over how much I dislike the names of Odwalla's juices. Naked is so much better. In ALL ways.. Mmm... actually, no. Some people I've definetely seen too much of, given that they still have signficant amounts of clothing on. Hmmm... can I wish for an interesting Friday? Justtttt Kiddddinggg....

*ackward silence*