I haven't been home in a week but for some reason it feels like it's been so much longer.
Well, actually, I know the reason..spring break felt like I'd been home for so long so it probably has to something to do with that.
Anyway, I'm not saying I'm bored and wanting to be home.
There's too much going on around here. I can't keep up.
So about this French test tomorrow and the meeting I have to schedule with my advisor. I should get on it.
You know what I think is brilliant though? Two things:
1) Jason Mraz
2) Austin Powers
Austin got all 3 of his movies watched today. (In a row cause we were bored) I just never realized how much they make me laugh (I THINK it's where I got my sense of humor...yes. I still laugh at farts and boobies like a little schoolgirl)
And Jason Mraz is symphonic, "ear"ly goodness.
Earlier, discussion about majors came up once or twice and I love knowing that what I'm doing is something where I'll never be like...yeah....that writer's mind class is so annoying. Much like say, a Chemistry major would say...yeah....Quantative Analysis is so annoying - but mean it.
There's the difference see?
Not one of my major classes is something where I would be like, ugggghhhhh when am I ever gonna USE this??!
Nope. Chemistry majors are unable to get the warm, fuzzyness
Writing Arts = <333
Throw me a friggin bone here, I like my major AND I'm not afraid to say it.
ON a side note, and I'm sorry if this is obvious by my clear and present chubbiness, but I feel like a fatty. And oh how good ordering 5 boxes of dominos for 6 people feels. I didn't eat that much. I swear. I only had 4. For real. But granted, it filled me slightly beyond capacity and I got all hot and heavy..............
(I just said hot and heavy..hehe..)
Did I mention how good Jason Mraz is?
And did I mention I feel like I ate a ummm baby today? ehhem.
I'm sorry.
Only a fat bastard would say that.
That's not me.
I'm tired.
And I just lost the game.
This is considered rambling.
I'm such a waste of a blog.
Nah. just kidding. I'm just overcompensating for a lack of intelligent speech.
One of these days.
One of these days.
I. will. have. something......groovy baby.
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