oh fork.
I did not get to sleep till 8. I froze outside because virginia springtime weather sucks and it's swimsuits one day and sweaters the next (but oh wait, my sweaters are packed). I had to loop around campus to get to my classes to avoid the annoying little men in ugly suits giving out bright green ugly useless testements. they didn't bother trying to hand one to me, I clearly give off the do not mess with me and my non proto-christian views aura. I would have enjoyed the possible argument however. I got a B on my music test because I hate my professor. or rather, because he gave 20 points to one question and I answered it correctly but failed to include one key term that he really wanted to see us mention. and thus I hate him. I couldn't talk in my Boccaccio Mediieval literature course because my professor was on her third cup of caffeinated whatever it was (something scary) and thought it would be fun to see us squirm trying to recall the five main components of Whitman's writing. I hate whitman. and that is all. ps. pre-finals week does not equal happy alison.