so today is friday and i feel a lot better now that french class is over. i have recitation for poli at 2 today (sucks), and i've got sociology at 3 (doesn't suck).
i got my french book back. i had had my suspicions, and i was
right, like usual. it was a boy named jock. his name is
probably actually jack and therefore jacques in french class, but jock
just seems fitting. so from henceforth he will be known as jock.
i'm contemplating what i want to do this weekend, like whether or not
i'm going to go with andy to frat court because he will go even if he
says he isn't or get drunk elsewhere, or just sit around and mope, or
be studious, or spend this weekend just as i did that last.
sarahbeth, miranda, and kellye will all be occupied avec coldplay and
such. bluh. i do want to get off campus extremely
bad. so i've got to call the brother and arrange something.
i'm also going to try and rope him into taking me to target or
something. running out of everything essential. sarahbeth
is out of chocolate soy milk, and i'm out of snapple. so the only thing in my room left to drink is a hot can of coke, skim milk, and uhhh vodka.
so the other day, went to that poster place on franklin and got a mars volta poster which is muy cool.
so i think i might see death cab at the cat's cradle. we will see.
pizza anyone? i want pizza tonight.