I have 45 pages of papers to write before I leave, and I still haven't packed up my room. My books alone fill up both the box I'd been planning to use for my stereo (which is ludicrously gi-normous) and the one I was going to use for my microwave and TV.

Somebody shoot me now.

I scored a 93% on the "How Los Angeles Are You?" Quizie! What about you?

Oh, like that was a big surprise or something.

In other old news, finals are kicking my ass and I haven't left my room in two days. Good God do I hate the last two weeks of school.

Sometimes, I really fucking hate people.

I am severely amused.

Also, have finally registered, w00t. At least now I have a back-up plan against the worst-case scenario come the fall.

God damn it, I hate this fucking school's administration.

Just once, I'd like to be able to leave home without feeling like a soppy piece of wet tissue paper the entire day beforehand.

Just once, is all I'm sayin'.

Spring break starts March 15th. Spring break starts March 15th. Spring break starts March 15th...

Jeff's Horror-Stricken Moment of the Day:

Watching your mother EDIT EDIT EDIT shake her groove thang (dear God, I didn't even realize she had one) to Outkast's "Hey Ya!"; Outkast, you have much to answer for.
Excuse me while I curl up in the corner and whimper in terror.

A lesson in Tagalog:

Magandang Pasko!

or, in the English--
Merry Christmas!

Now, back to your regularly scheduled family bonding.

Paper not quite done yet, but close enough that I can do a few other things instead of busting my hump working on it. Now, I'm packing and eating shrimp dumplings and OH MY GOD it's about fucking time, I'm going home!!!--this semester was teh suxx0rz, I'm telling you. From now on, I'm out of here soon as classes end; I don't care when my finals are ( Read more... )

My suitemate, while cleaning the fridge preparatory to his moving out at the end of next week, threw out my leftover delivery from Friday night (of which, mind you, more than 3/4 still remained), and my last package of home-cooked food, which I had been saving for this week since, as we all know, finals period = time when comfort food is most ( Read more... )