Called it. CALLED it.
Faith and Doubt: A-

BOOSH.

( Dads just don't get girls. )

So it's no surprise to anyone that cheap, glossy, substanceless hip hop is about my #1 guilty pleasure. Don't get me wrong, I don't think it's Ahhht or anything, I just like music that makes me want to shake my booty and does not make me contemplate my existence. The pop-focussed music selection at work does naught but feed this addiction ( Read more... )

"My life is essentially a series of embarrassing events, strung together by telling people about those embarrassing events." - Russell Brand ( Read more... )

I get such a great sense of accomplishment from writing my Psych exam that I feel like I deserve a "break," and thus have spent the past 3 hours THINKING about the two papers I should write tonight, and not getting started on them ( Read more... )

What the hell @ shitty DJs ( Read more... )

You know what kills me ( Read more... )

I'm feeling good today.

I got an A on my Religious Studies paper from a while back, which was a bit of a boost to just finish off the year as best I can.

Also, the other night I learned this:

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(He is amazing and I will strive to dance like him. Gahhh *foams at mouth ( Read more... )

Oh God.
My humongous essay due for tomorrow had a minimum 3000 word count.
It's 4 am and I've got 2100 and I have absolutely nothing else to talk about.

Is this okay I hope this is okay oh my God I can't do all nighters anymore Aaghhhhhhh my brain is dissolving

The last time I pulled a stunt like this I almost failed the paper. When will I learn?

Dear delirious post all-nighter self.

I know you thought it might be a nice idea, and I forgive you, but a day break stroll through -12 wind chill, snowy, slippery Sackville for a coffee and a date cookie is so not worth it.

Not worth it to the max.