My knees get weak, intensive

when you give me kisses.



Let me brag for a second;
Lady Gaga is following me on Twitter!
Well. That's really the only exciting thing I can think of that's worth bragging about.
(She's my newest musical obsession.)


Hmm. Let's see.
I had a 103% in Special Topics in Business....before Monday. On Monday, I took my first exam. And got a 90%. Which would be totally awesome, except that now, my overall grade is a 94%. Yeah. That stupid exam dropped me NINE points. And today's quiz? Failed it. With a 40%. Good thing Mr. T.A. decided that it wasn't going to count as a grade, just as an educational tool. Awesome. Thanks Mr. T.A. Way to make me feel like crap. And then, give me a group with....MYSELF. Yeah. Because I'm not already super self conscious. Why don't you just stick me in a group by myself? Oh, right....because I'm an "intuitive thinker." And then stick someone else in my group just because he missed the stupid test. Whatever. He was a cool dude. 
It's a good thing I don't hate you, Mr. T.A., because if I did, and I was actually offended by that, I probably would've gotten spiteful.


TOMORROWWWWWW (well, technically today on the East Coast, bleh) is Thursday. I hate Thursdays. Just because I hate Writing & Rhetoric. I wrote a damn good paper. And now, i have two group members (yeah, professor, you're lucky I like them, because if I didn't, I would've raised some hell) and we have to transform my wonderful, beautiful paper into two separate "definition arguments." Awesome. Because that's what everybody wants to be doing at 830 in the morning


OH. Also, cool weather, in Florida? YEAH. Today was wonderfully below the scorching nineties we've been in and only made it into the mid-eighties. Tomorrow, when I leave for school, it'll be in the sixties. I'm so excited. (So excited that I just Twitted about it.)


I have to be up in five and a half hours.
Unfortunately, it's a necessary evil.
Guten Nacht.
xx


PS: "today's quiz" is also technically incorrect, and is now "yesterday's quiz." Boo, technicalities.