all over

yessssssssssssssssssss
my work's all done. FINITO.
right, time to start mugging now jane.
nooooooooooooooooooo

ran into some trouble with my lit prof
over the (ultra) late submission of my essay
helloo, it's twentyfreakingfive percent?!
(i love saying that these days)
completed it late friday night
emailed her the softcopy
and promised the hardcopy would be sitting in her mailbox
first thing on monday.
the goofball went to submit it on the rack outside her office.

i freaked out major when prof wee emailed
saying she stopped accepting as of friday.
heart palpitations, sweating palms, ragged breathing, the works.
called him and basically freaked again.
goofball was very nice to go back, submitting the essay personally to her.
went to see her today and luckily she let me off the hook
but you can bet the grade won't be fancy.

that's it.
work and pleasure should never mix.
i'm feeling melancholy.

signs of a troubled mind:
placing a library book into the family refridgerator.

maybe freud would interpret that as a subtle intention of
putting my studies into cold storage.

HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY, ALEX!
the bestest guy friend anyone could ever have.
you're my favourite, most hilarious, sadistically sick ass
and you always will be.
hope your april 12 weren't as crappy as mine.
let's hang out properly when my exams are over yeah?
take care dude :)
cheers to the green (tj and army) hahaha