i'm an extraordinary machine.

the keepers came today. too bad that i have about two-three weeks to wait. i'm sure it'll be fine. unless i suddently get a latex allergy. that would be horrible. in fact i'm pretty sure that it might kill me. hm... well, i don't think i do. my sis does though... hm, hm, hm...

i might have a whole lot of stuff to do tonight. yet i didn't... well, it's not late but i prolly won't do anything else tonight, just cause i don't do that. i might have to have a movement memorized by tomorrow that i haven't looked at since friday. i haven't really seriously practiced since friday. sad and pathetic. stupid partying. always gets in the way. poo. i'll just practice like six tomorrow and it'll balance out. or perhaps we can talk about the website stuff. oooo, i have to do my listening or else she said i couldn't have a lesson. that'd be bad.

duuuuuuuude, next week is reading period. that is way sweet. a four day weekend would be fabulous. i prolly won't get work done, but then again, i never get work done anyway... hehe... cept for stats. i've been pretty good about getting my work done. and i think i get it. i think? hopefully we'll get our tests back on wednesday. oh! definitely got an 87 on my psyc midterm. hell yeah! and considering i didn't really study or really read most of the chapters (but i did go to each lecture....) i'm pretty damn proud of myself. hooray for freshman level classes. :) they are so much better than those upper level ones. so much less expected. no rachel killing herself and wondering when she'll ever get done with her homework and start that paper... nope... it's all about going to class and doing the reading. :) happy, happy, happy.

gabby is thinking about transfering. i think it might be good for her. that and serious counseling. i wish she would just actually tell everyone so we can stop just pretending not to know. maybe i wasn't supposed to say that... whatever...

okay, before i tell anymore secrets, i best go try to 'sculpt my guns'.... 'oh, that's a deep burn... i've done so many i can't move my arm anymore...' okie, gnight.