It's Almost as if That's a Plot Point of Some Sort
Woo! I finished my project at ten! Yay probably doing something wrong!
I finally cleaned out Hugh's tank, meaning I finally flushed Dist... Eyes really do decay fast.
Philosophy: We had a fire drill this is hilarious only because my mild-mannered teacher said "What the fuck is this?" when the alarm went off. Also, it woke me up. Four hours of sleep is insufficient apparently.
Psychology: I sat next to Jeremy thus forcing conversation to occur because I'll be damned if some one makes a point of introducing themselves and then never talks to me again. (Also, zune). Twenty minutes of class time was wasted on a person telling us to volunteer our time to a help hotline. We'd be able to do our laundry while there. Yes. That was the selling point. Outside of that we learned about endorphins.
Idea and Image: The teacher made noise. The noise made words. The words made sentences. The sentences never ended.
Literature: Another woman who certainly knows her way around speaking.
That was really about it for my day, aside from that I ate and worked on my project.
I got the belts, mom. And thank you for movie!! =D