I. Am. Finished.
A butterfly randomly joined my fitness class today. I could just see it: "Wings up! Wings down! Feel the burn! Make it work!" It looked like it was working up quite a sweat. It also cut out fifteen minutes early. Punk. In other news, I have now been accused of cheating and sleeping in class by my adorable German professor. We are not amused. Hey, it's not my fault you still have a chunk of the Berlin wall wedged permanently up your ass. Come down from your pillar and join us Capitalist bastards. Free markets are fun. And no, all medievalists do not have something against the German language. It's a pass/fail summer class you moron, I'm not cheating on a test that will have zero effect on my future career. *snarl* I'll show her and that silly Arizona t-shirt she wears. Dude, if you be representing my state on your ugly apparel, don't be accusing me of sleeping in class. Phoenicians are better than that. Way better.