Sheesh. I glance up at the window to see snow falling thick and fast. Where the hell did that come from?
In other news, today is my birthday.
Also, my parents took me out to lunch and now I feel ill. Ah well. Hopefully I'll feel better soon. (I already feel better than I did a short while ago.)
How in hell did I get a B+ in my art history class? I went to class six times all frickin' year--nine, including the three tests. By the time I took the final (the ninth time I was at class), I had no idea what my grade was because I hadn't been to class often enough to pick up the grades of my other two tests.