i don't really expect anyone to read this
i'll cella your turcica. . . .
so i had finals today. totally sucked. Med Bio really wasn't all that bad on the written, but the lab part killed me. I think the whole class (ten people) failed the GT Art final, so she probably won't count it. long story short, Matte Framing is a mathematical bitch.
so, uhh, i've come to terms with the fact that i am a bitch. running on no sleep, but hey, my movie night is tomorrow and i'm fuckin' excited. so i haven't updated this in a long long time and i usually only use it to house pictures and links. i probably shouldn't get myself going on this thing again, i already have enough ass-time with my DA.
lindsay has (for the last time) decided she doesn't like guilt trips and/or awkwardness. i try to not let it bother me, but low and behold, i actually do have a conscience (contrary to popular belief) and it kills me. just thought you should all know that if you try and take a stab at either one, i am fully prepared hit you with my car the next time i see you out walking. and that's the end of that.
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