Never mind, only 25.
Uhhh. What dialect do you call that? Ghetto redneck surfer? WHAT THE HECK. I confuse myself so much. Anyway, SONG:
Somebodys Watching ME - MASTERED - Mysto & Pizzi
Okay, so on to life stuff. My mother came to visit me last night. WOO HOO. She's still not convinced that I am straight as anything, so I have to keep convincing her that YES I LIKE BOYS. NOT GIRLS. It's more annoying, if anything. I don't make a big deal out of it, it's just like. . . What the hell, Mom. Just believe me.
So anyway, we went to my appointment with Dr. Lavin this morning. That was, uh, fun. HOORAY ISSUES. I have so many. But I got to eat well, and I got along with my mother fairly well, so that was good.
Oh, big news: I'M DROPPING FRENCH. I missed too much class, and Mme Sturzer suggested I withdraw. I'm sad to be down to the bare minimum (12 hours), but at least I'm still full-time. And I won't be failing, which would totally screw my GPA. I wouldn't think that'd be possible, but apparently so. But the upside is NO MORE OVERSLEEPING! I'll be able to sleep until. . . Noon? YEAHHHH!!!!! I'm pumped about that.
Murrr. I have to go to Mass tonight and get my ashes. I really don't want to have to get up and find a Church and go and blahhh, but whatever. I'LL BE A GOOD CATHOLIC.
All right, friends, leave me some love.
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