Needless to say I was feeling rather wierd tonight as I headed to class. Somewhat embarrassed, defensive, and even somewhat violated.
( cure for insomnia below )

I just got done writing essay #4 - which we have to submit to NPR for their "I Believe" program ( Read more... )

Let me build a situation here and see if the contradiction is as clear to all as it is to me ( Read more... )

So that essay I was stressing about a couple of weeks ago.

Totally nailed it. A-.

I'm Done. It's over. I refuse to stress about my grades during the weekend. I will resume worry on Monday.

I'm off to be care free.

¡Estoy loco en mi cabeza!

I am pretty fucked for tomorrow's Spanish midterm. I do pretty well, when I have my books to reference - but cannot seem to pull anything useful out of my head. I've decided that rather than trying to futilly cram and hopefully remember all three chapters, I'm going to concentrate instead on trying to remember the following ( Read more... )

¡Saludos Mi Amiga ( Read more... )

Tonight in class, I was having the worst case of tit itch. And every time I would try to surreptitiously try to do a little scratch - my instructor would look up and/or turn around and catch me at it. I swear he had spidey sense going. It did not fail. Every time my hand neared my itchy mammary glands - he was looking. I'm not sure if he ( Read more... )

Buenos Diaz!!!

Mi nombre es Catta. Soy de California. Hablo Englaise y pequito Francais. Mi numero de telephono es sias sias d.....-d....sias sias.

Mes Ohos son rojos.

adios.