I'll clean it up myself, I guess.
Finals are trying to assassinate me, I think.
I have this annoying as fuck headache. It's barely there, but it won't go away.
In severely geeky news: I completed a New York Times crowssword puzzle today. It was the Monday one, which means it was the easiest one of the week. But I still did it!
The free breakfast at the Union tonight was a nice effort, but it sucked.
Yesterday, I fell asleep during my Buckman final. I'm pretty sure I did horribly on it.
My Mom called in the middle of it, though. I called her back after and we're pretending like nothing happened. Healthy? Probably not. Whatever. Avoidance is what I do anyway.
I want to watch American Beauty.
My last final is at 8 in the morning.
Stacey: HE'S GAY.
Stacey: oops
Brett: . . .
Stacey: wrong IM.
Brett: who is gay?
Stacey: christian's co-worker. i myspace search'd him.
Brett: who is christian and i want to see him
Stacey: christian is my cousin. the one from orlando? and, all you get is http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=906312
Brett: what a cutie
Stacey: i guess if you're into that kind of thing... =]
Brett: according to my mother
Stacey: why do mothers automatically assume we're homos?
Brett: um. i give really great head
Stacey: did you brag about that to your mom?
Brett: hasnt come up
Stacey: i bet she could give you some tips.
Brett: stoppppp! fuck you.
Stacey: lol <3 sorry. it was too great of an opportunity.
I'm going meet him, Phil, and Marci for breakfast tomorrow.
How pissed off would you be if you were an Etch-a-Sketch artist and an earthquake happened in the middle of a great masterpiece?
Also: I'm going to Austin City Limits this fall. I'm ecstatic.
I have this annoying as fuck headache. It's barely there, but it won't go away.
In severely geeky news: I completed a New York Times crowssword puzzle today. It was the Monday one, which means it was the easiest one of the week. But I still did it!
The free breakfast at the Union tonight was a nice effort, but it sucked.
Yesterday, I fell asleep during my Buckman final. I'm pretty sure I did horribly on it.
My Mom called in the middle of it, though. I called her back after and we're pretending like nothing happened. Healthy? Probably not. Whatever. Avoidance is what I do anyway.
I want to watch American Beauty.
My last final is at 8 in the morning.
Stacey: HE'S GAY.
Stacey: oops
Brett: . . .
Stacey: wrong IM.
Brett: who is gay?
Stacey: christian's co-worker. i myspace search'd him.
Brett: who is christian and i want to see him
Stacey: christian is my cousin. the one from orlando? and, all you get is http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=906312
Brett: what a cutie
Stacey: i guess if you're into that kind of thing... =]
Brett: according to my mother
Stacey: why do mothers automatically assume we're homos?
Brett: um. i give really great head
Stacey: did you brag about that to your mom?
Brett: hasnt come up
Stacey: i bet she could give you some tips.
Brett: stoppppp! fuck you.
Stacey: lol <3 sorry. it was too great of an opportunity.
I'm going meet him, Phil, and Marci for breakfast tomorrow.
How pissed off would you be if you were an Etch-a-Sketch artist and an earthquake happened in the middle of a great masterpiece?
Also: I'm going to Austin City Limits this fall. I'm ecstatic.