(no subject)

I got both my long essays back from my English prof! A on the Dickinson, >> B because it was two and a half weeks late, B- on the BoP/Yeats one because I wrote in two absolutely bullshit paragraphs about Charlie and Irwin and something and he knew and I knew and he knew that I knew that they were total shit. >.>;

aaaand, that is all.

oh! we're having a BoP-reminiscing party over at p_braden_update, so head on over and join in!

GIIIIIP!

from today's Dinosaur Comics

T-Rex is a pirate!

the "no subject" thing is really starting to throw me off

so, let's see. it's a spammy day. this is probably because I'm really incredibly fucking sick of doing any work whatsoever I'll be out of contact (except via phone) starting first thing tomorrow morning and ending some time, like, Tuesday. yah. OH FUCK I HOPE MARIE DIDN'T LEAVE WITH MY LONG-ASS PATCHCORD. EX-ROOMIES ARE THE SUCKIEST. *weep*

SO. mum and Vivs are apparently getting here TONIGHT, and crashing in Marie's side because mine's still a ... er ... "experiment in alternative agriculture". woot. they'll be here round-about 10 PM.

I AM EXCITED, AND YET, RATHER TERRIFIED. and beginning to miss Bowdoin already ... the fuck?

I also still have no clean pants.
hoooooooly cow. o_O


(also, is it just me or is Pepys' diary entry REALLY LONG today. dude should learn to use a cut-tag. D: )