Even though I only have two class meetings left, I've decided to get a foam core 'raised hand' to tape to my desk in sociology (my shoulder is wearing out) Lately, Anna and I have taken the "maybe we can think on their level if we're drunk" approach...alas, to no avail. Ross managed to attain a few more enemies today...nothing new, I'm actually surprised there are any left to make. I fear we may be lynched following the final. Know that I love you all, and I wish I had possessions worthy of you for bequeathment.
I received an e-mail from Xian today containing but two words: "you weirdo"
I think Chad put it best in saying, "ha. pot...kettle..."
Yeah, I'm a weirdo. A sarcastic, self-obsessed, depressive, alcoholic weirdo with an inexplicable, if erstwhile, sunny streak. Guess I was made in God's image after all. Praise Jesus and George W. Bush!
Listening to: Doves- Break Me Gently