The pangs from hell are gone.

The storms are gone (probably typed too soon there, but).

And now, I am going to go (lightly) tan in my bikini, thank you very much.

YAY ITALY!

"If you have a condom, we can catch up sometime."
- some filthy 44-year-old pervert after buying stuff at my register

if drenching customers in hot popcorn oil wasn't against the fucking rules...

Guess who now has a job?

RIP Grandpa
July 1921 - April 2006

I miss you.

Dear Idiots,

There is, in fact, a difference in the style of writing between Hemingway and Graves.

Thank you.

-Me

I have my World War I literature exam tomorrow night. It's 40% of my grade.

I have to be familiar with 9367364784 things, including about 20 poems.

And yet, I'm sitting here watching Blackadder Goes Forth, so I can possibly write about the satire in one of my essays.

For once, I'm not worried about an exam, and it feels great.

OH MY GOD.

GAH.

I AM APPALLED. STOP BUTCHERING MY NAME. I GET ENOUGH OF THAT.

sghuidshgsd

( SUES NAMED FRANCESCA SUIGHduighsdigu )

I hate it when people leave their clothes in the washing machine a good hour after it's stopped spinning.

Luckily for me, I take them out and throw them on top anyway. Too bad. I'm not waiting.

And my room is now clean.

Only two more deadlines to hit, and I'm taking care of one of them tonight.