Two Guys vs. Two Girls...

I had a pretty good day today. I only had 15 minutes of my first class and 15 minutes of my second class. Kris talked to me forever in the parking lot, but then I went to work for 2.5 hours. When I got home, Brandy invited me to go to Lisa's house for a while. Hadn't seen her for quite some time. It was fun. We played Spades and I enjoyed flipping through the channels. Yeah we just have network broadcasts and I usually don't watch TV. It was a treat looking through all the channels. I watched a little Blues hockey for a while, and then listened to some bluegrass and blues music. Quite the blue evening. I ended up watching "That 70s Show" though. I drank a Mountain Dew and a 7-up and probably could have drank another pop, but I figured I'd better slow down on the soda intake. Lisa and I won at Spades. Brandy brought me back home around 11:00 or a little after.

It's Hot

Yeah I'm tired and I have a class at 2:00. The nasty letter to the editor was printed in today's DEN. APG wants to get me a surprise Beatles gift when he goes to England this summer (woo hoo) I really love the Beatles, so I'm excited. And Brandy and I went to Little Caesar's and ate in the park. I am SO FULL right now and I'm pretty lazy too. We have a dinner with Grandma tonight. Gotta go read about my fav couple, Antony and Cleo now.

Blah

So APG talked to me for an hour after class today. I think I embarrassed him, which was kind of fun for a while. Then I'm pretty sure he made himself late to work talking to me and giving me crap about stuff. Still not sure what to do. I've been praying about it, but I'm just not sure. I wasn't too crazy about him saying that when he wants something he'll do whatever he can to get it... but he said that in reference to a movie. So who knows what that was supposed to mean.

Anyhow...

I'm tired and I don't want to do this Faulkner paper, and I also don't want to read my Shakespeare for tonight's class. And I am slightly depressed for no good reason. I had a good day yesterday though, so who knows about that either.

I've Got a Jones for a Jones... or do I?

First off, happy belated birthday to EJWater, happy current birthday to Thomas, and happy birthday tomorrow to Nic, though I know she doesn't read this blog.

Now that that's all out of the way...

I lost my copy of Their Eyes Were Watching God but I found it tonight. I'm an idiot and just didn't look closely enough. Luckily I didn't need the book for class today. APG and I went to the union for 3 hours today during my break. It was a lot of fun. I still don't know what I should do. I'm afraid he and I are supposed to be together but I'll wait too long and mess everything up. But then if we're not supposed to be together and we start dating, it would be weird to break up. I'm not very experienced in the old dating area.

Oh the day-to-day drama.

So I pissed somebody else off (a special ed major) by writing a fiction story about two people with Down's syndrome who meet. They don't really date per se, but they like each other somehow. Anyway, the girl told her cousin that she thought the boy was "retarded." It was supposed to be cute, like that the girl just blurted something out and didn't mean anything bad by it. However, as always, things get misinterpreted. Especially if I'm saying them.

You Always Leave Me Standing In the Rain

Ah, rain. I've had a great day thus far. I handed in my final copy of the Senior Seminar paper and we got out of class early. I headed into Martone's class and chatted with Derek for a while, then APG got there and the 3 of us started throwing a rubber ball around and just plain acting stupid. We really did have a good time. Then Martone got there and was saying something about not sure if he'd be in class Wednesday, which made me nervous because Dr. Scott committed suicide about a year ago, and hopefully Martone doesn't go off the deep end and mimick Marty. APG and I walked out in the parking lot and talked forever until he asked me if I had to go to work, which I did. So he walked off in the rain. I'm going to see if he'll have lunch with me tomorrow or something. I may change my mind about him after all.

Then at work, we were all in goofy moods and joking around a lot. Dave was giving me crap about going to bars and stuff, though I have never done that.Then he asked me what I did for fun and I told him I didn't have fun. Then I laughed. We were going to have happy hour at 4, but it didn't work out. By the way, this happy hour just involved goofing off at work. Anyway, I finished up my work at 4:00, so "happy hour" was postponed.

Hudfest 2006, Coming Up Folks!

Well, since I'm old, I'm quite tired already, but figured I'd post anyway. Congrats to my buddy Rachel, who got 2nd place in the Build A Better Burger Contest at the IBBC, scoring a 5-buck gift certificate to her favorite high-class restaurant, Micky-D's. McDonald's to those of you who, like me, didn't know the nickname until you were 19.

APG wrote me tonight. He still really likes talking to me. Rachel thinks I should invite him to this annual Easter-egg shindig we have at Brandy's g-ma's house, but I don't know. He probably likes me more than anybody ever has or ever will.

I've been doing homework most of the afternoon. I finally went back to church today. Man you get out of the habit of that and it's weird going back. Anyway, I worked on some papers and revised some, printed out a bunch of them and read a little Antony and Cleopatra. I'm hungry now though...

P.S. I had to ask my Mommer if it was 2005 or 2006 today...

Quite Possibly My Shortest Post Thus Far...

I'm tired. As usual. I made scrambled eggs and fried potatoes for breakfast. Not bad. Spent the rest of the day cleaning my room and moving furniture.

Eh?

What's up guys? So the letter to the editor was not printed in today's paper (sweetness) and APG and Jenn from poetry both liked the column. I gave Jenn a hug when she told me she liked it. Anyhow, Jeanine said I missed a great STD reading last night. Kinda hate that, but oh well. I'm looking forward to checking out the new edition of the Vehicle. Maybe I'll actually be in it this time. Probably not though. I worked a couple hours today. Well, I'm slightly irritable right now for no good reason really (except maybe that I'm tired) and I'm getting ready to make some homemade pizza. Happy Friday everyone!

I AM OFFICIALLY A WRITER!!!

Folks, hold on to your hats. This is exciting.... I got a nasty letter to the editor regarding my column in today's DEN on the opinions page. I don't think you're really a writer until you have been horribly misunderstood and start making enemies. Plus, I hope I didn't upset Anonymous Poetry Guy, but I sent him what I thought was a very sweet email to cheer him up and remind him that he is special. We'll see how many people Sunshine can manage to piss off in 24 hours. Might I add... inadvertantly.

Johnny's In the Basement Mixin' Up the Medicine...

Update: My car was stuck in the "W" lot yesterday until approximately 1:00 yesterday afternoon. By the way, the "W" stands for "worst" lot. Anyhow, I took my foot and kicked the snow away from my tires and then hacked away at the ice with an ice scraper I had in my car until I broke up enough ice and snow that I could back up, but not pull forward. However, backing up far enough, I was able to gain the momentum to finally, after 3.5 hours, pull into the parking space and get out of the middle of the row. My buddy AG experienced similar problems--and incidentally, parked by me. For a blow-by-blow of the events from her perspective, check out: www.agitswhoiam.blogspot.com. No, I'm not a copycat, but I'm also excited that I registered for my last semester as an undergrad at EIU. I also plan to attend grad school fall of 2007. 24 isn't too old to start a grad degree, is it? I feel so old, and most of the time I wonder if life is passing me by. I mean, sure I'm in school and have a job (sort of) but will I ever get a "real" job? (AKA full time) and will I be alone my whole life or will I marry and have a family. I almost regret asking this question, because I know Anonymous Poetry Guy would be thrilled to marry and make chillun with me, but I'm thinking otherwise. Friends = perfectly fine. Marriage = not so perfectly fine. I'm too picky about these things I know, but 30-year-olds are a little out of my age range. Well anyhow, I should probably stop spilling my guts to the entire internet world, but hey, this is the chick who announced just inside the doors of Booth library this afternoon, these words, "I AM EIU!"

And Since the Day I Left Milwaukee...

I finally calmed down. For those of you who don't know why I was mad, I'll tell you. I spent 45 minutes driving to school this morning on roads that were so bad I couldn't tell what was road and what was grass and what was field. The parking lot wasn't cleared at all either. I don't know how anybody had a place to park--it was terrible. I got to class right at 9:30 and it was canceled. So I'm stranded here until 3:15 when my second class gets out (if it even meets today) and my car is officially STUCK in the parking lot. Oh the joys of commuting. I may have to write a part 2 to that piece. Until next time, Sunshine shines on with you. (cheesy, eh?)

And Now It's Spring, Ladies and Gents...

Yeah it's really cold outside. I'm majorly depressed right now and I don't really want to talk about it. Grad school crap is getting me down as well. It's just such a nightmare and days like today I really don't want to do anything career-wise. EIU readers: look for my anti-writing column sometime after next week appearing in the DEN. Actually, I haven't submitted it yet, but I'm getting ready to. Dad is working up some ground right now, so it will be time to start planting the early garden soon. Busy busy.

Last Day of Winter

Well I skipped church for the second Sunday in a row. Last week I didn't feel well and this week I didn't feel like getting screamed at (evangelist was there). So I spent most of the day cleaning house and doing homework. I'm all caught up on homework for tomorrow. Kinda sad that I have to go back to school and work tomorrow, but it's alright. Mom and Dad bought me some fish sticks so I guess I'm going to have to start eating them now. I mean I did ask for them, but it's just going to be hard. The folks also bought some seeds and Dad plowed up some ground to start an early garden and then should be okay to use to plant a later garden too. I know it's lame, but yes, I like gardening too.

Who Got the Hooch?

Anybody remember this song? Band is called Everything. I dug the CD out today and burst into song. Hadn't heard it in probably 8 years or so and I remembered the chorus somehow. Totally forgot about the song--kinda weird.

In other news, I made some chocolate cookies with white chips--not bad. So I spent most of the day reading King Lear and cleaning the house. Thanks to TheLuckyOne for updating also. Gotta get another cookie now.

Just Punched Out and It's Paycheck Friday... (Okay, not really)

I didn't do much today. I'll just be honest about it. I slept until 9:00 and then had lunch at my granny's. Brandy came over and I was in manic mode until I realized that spring break is over after this weekend and I didn't do much for fun. I just keep reading King Lear and I went to work 3 days. That sent me into depressive mode. Depressive mode was fueled by other things including not knowing what to do for a career. My boss has been trying to offer me a pretty good job for about 3 years now. Only catch is that I have to go to special schooling for it in Chicago. And it's a 2-week program. I don't think I'd mind the job once I got licensed, but the licensing process would be time-consuming and I don't want to go to Chicago by myself. Oh also you have to take a test to get certified, but I doubt the test is too hard if you pay attention and study for it. Dad knew I was getting stressed, so he took Brandy and me to the mall and he bought me a Sherlock Holmes book. Victorian lit is not my favorite genre, but I enjoyed reading Holmes stories in my grad class last semester. Plus, the book was only $7.99 before tax. And I was able to earn a few points on my Borders Rewards card even though he paid for the book. Mom and Dad are going to buy me some fish sticks so I can get used to eating fish (never eaten it before) and then maybe it won't freak me out so much to try to eat salmon and tuna. Last night I did a rough draft of my midterm assignment for my poetry class. It is due on Monday. I've been spending a lot of time working on homework over break. Oh well, at least I only have 2 classes in the fall and then I can graduate. Then I have grad school to worry about, but I also have this job offer that I think I'm going to take. It will probably be hard to go to school and work the job in the summers, but that's what I'm leaning towards right now.

Melancholy

Spring Break is almost over, folks. I worked a little over 4 hours today (as you all know, that is a long day for yours truly). I'm tired of sad posts, but I checked the online newspaper obits and I think Dave (the guy that had the heart attack at the church) died Tuesday night. I don't think there are two people in the area with the same name. Sad times.

But I'd love to change the subject now. My buddy Barry can't seem to get into a PhD program, so if all my praying readers wouldn't mind, I'd like to ask you guys to pray for him that he can find something to do. And also that his Wednesdays will go better.

Anonymous Poetry Guy sent me a mass email today wishing me and a bunch of his other friends a good Spring Break. It's been pretty dramatic thus far to say the least. Went to see Derk yesterday. That was a lot of fun. Sometime I'd like to have a tour of the house. Haven't seen Lisa in a while either (hint hint). I bought a new video game last night. Medal of Honor European Assault I think was the name of it.

Mom ate her first tuna in 23 years at lunch today. Dad is trying to get us all to start eating tuna and salmon because it has omega-3 or something that is supposed to regulate heartbeat and prevent skipping. Goodness knows I need that because my heart skips periodically. But here's the thing: I've never eaten fish before. I don't think I can do it. It is just too gross to think about. I don't know what I'm going to do either. Probably just my hormones being out of whack like they always are (which accounts for my self-diagnosed bipolar disorder) but I get really depressed seeing live fish because they look so sad. So how do you expect me to eat them?

Apparently I'm a Libertarian? Not Librarian

Day 3 of Spring Break. I'm here at Brandy's eating Shrek cereal. Very stylish. I just took a political stance test that told me I'm a libertarian. I don't know much about Libertarians, so if any of you readers do know something about them, please leave me a comment and tell me if I really am one or not. Thing is, I'm not big into politics.

I went to Joe Sippers and Little Caesar's with Brandy last night before revival. It was fun until somebody had a heart attack after the service. Still don't know how the guy is doing, but the whole thing terrified me and I didn't get much sleep last night. Couldn't get much rest until I put The Wizard of Oz in. Go ahead and laugh at me for still watching it, but I happen to like the movie. Alice in Wonderland is better though.

Anyway, I worked a couple hours today and I'm supposed to come in tomorrow afternoon and maybe work some more. Still don't know what I'm going to do about grad school yet. I don't plan on going to revival tonight, but I think I'm going to go to town. I am still pretty much in shock about last night and being slightly hypocrondriacal and very OCD doesn't help at all. So I figure a good shopping trip and perhaps eating out again might be the trick to get me back to my "normal?" self again.

Still Not Feeling the Greatest...

Yeah, I didn't feel so hot when I woke up this morning, so I didn't go to church today. I feel better off and on, but probably won't feel normal again until mid-afternoon or early evening. I figure you ladies all know what I'm talking about. Sorry if I'm embarrassing anyone.

Anyway, I did my devotional for today and then I read an entire book. The one I just bought yesterday. I don't think I've ever read an almost-200 page book in a morning before. I finished it just a little before noon. Then I started one of my Fannie Flagg books when it occurred to me that I should be checking in on the old homework situation. I had completely forgotten that I have some short stories to read for fiction. I started one by Raymond Carver. I'm not digging it. It's kinda creepy. And of course everything is more frightening when you're by yourself in your room all day on a gloomy day and you don't feel well and you've said more words to yourself than to people. But I should get back to it. Spring break is supposed to be a break I know, but I plan on getting a good head start on this school work just in case I actually get my second job back next month and also so I can have extra time to check out grad school opportunities and compare notes plus I need to get going on this GRE thing. Amanda, have you taken it yet? I'm pretty nervous thinking about it (which is why I usually DON'T think about it) and also to Amanda, I suppose I will walk across in the fall. I hear fall graduation is shorter than the ones in the spring and I suppose graduating a 4-year university (even if it took me 4.5) is an accomplishment to be proud of. Just thought I'd let you know where I'm at right now.

My Favorite Aunt Came to See Me! Isn't That Sweet?

We went to town today. Good way to start spring break. Mom bought me some shoes from Payless and a Christian t-shirt and cross necklace at... Hobby Lobby of all places. I also bought a novel at the Christian bookstore. We ate out at a buffet too. I'm not big on buffets, but that's okay. I didn't have to pay for it. Still reading Their Eyes Were Watching God but I'm about done with it. I like it. I crocheted a couple more squares on my granny-square afghan too. I have big plans for getting a lot accomplished over break, but who knows.

SPRING BREAK!

Hey everybody. I'm excited that it is nice out and I'm on spring break! Not going to Panama like everybody else, but that's okay. I only worked 45 minutes today but I got a trip to town down on the next check too. Also, I bought gas today and now I'm down to $12. Wow. Think of all the possibilities one can do with $12 and a week off school. Oh wait... not much. I'm really happy about being on break though. I'm really hungry now too so... gotta go. Well I better clean my room too. No excuses to keep me to from doing it now.

P.S. Never call Alan D. "buddy."

Rain

It has been raining here since yesterday. But that's cool with me. Usually the rain depresses me, but not lately. Not really sure why, but that's okay. Only thing is... I'm really SLEEEEEEPY. I also wasn't very hungry for some reason. There were a lot of people wearing Campus House shirts in the union today and there were people handing out yellow papers. I don't know what the deal was--I was too tired to go see. Still plugging away at the Hurston novel. I really like it, but sometimes the dialect is hard to read. I'm so glad I'm almost on spring break. I only have one class tomorrow, but then I'll need to go to work. If both classes had canceled, I would have been able to go to work at like 9:00 and probably be done by noon and then I could have the rest of the afternoon/evening to myself. But that's okay too. I definitely need to go to work though. I'm running low on dough (I'm used to it by this point) but at least I don't have to buy gas. By the way, I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but I got an A on my Shakespeare midterm. Now I have a 10-12 page research paper in the class hanging over me. I'll probably do it the week after spring break. It's not due until sometime in April.

School

Well my advisor emailed me back and said I do NOT have to take another English lit prior to 1660 class (THANK GOD!!!) but she said I could take whatever other 3 credit class I want instead. What?! I want to only take two if I can do that and still graduate. So I emailed her back again and asked if all my hours would be met with just those two classes. I don't see why they wouldn't, but when I did my degree audit I just got confused... what with the "upper division hours" and the "senior institution hours" but I still think I'd be okay. I figure that if I follow what the catalog says I should be okay and I only have 2 more senior level classes to take in the fall. I'm assuming those are upper division. Likewise, I'm in a couple of senior level classes now, so I figure that would take care of upper division. Senior institution just means from EIU I think, and after this semester I'll have my 60 hours from here. Hopefully I can get away with just two classes in the fall. I really don't want to take 4 unless ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. Brandy took me to Taco Bell today (WOO HOO!) it was good. And Derek gave me a stuffed puppy dog in red white and blue. Very stylish. Well, better get back to Zora Neale Hurston now.

I Love What???

Not a lot to talk about so far. I'm here in the library at school because Brandy doesn't have class today, so I guess I'll have to spend my break actually doing homework. I'm starting to get hungry though, so I may eat too. I don't know. I really need to save my money (pretty sad, huh?) I'm wearing my sexy pink Sigma Tau Delta shirt. The one that says: "I Love STD" (in Greek letters) on the front and then says, "All This and Brains Too!" on the back. The one I ordered a year ago and thought I'd never get. Class was okay today. We discussed Faulkner. Quite possibly my favorite author right now. I plan on reading a short story by him during this break so I can prepare for the 10 page midterm I have to do. I'm glad I got my senior seminar paper done (at least the rough draft) because I am going to need to RELAX over spring break. I'm getting to old to actually work spring break. Too bad I can't go to Panama. I need to seriously think about grad school and try to get some stuff sent out for publication. I got a new copy of Writer's Digest last night, and I looked at it for tips and found an article about humor mags. Think I'm going to start submitting stuff to some of them. So McSweeneys didn't print my list of bad drink names. Who cares. They don't pay anyway.

Advisement

I'm tired of advice. I brought in an awesome poem to class today that I thought my prof and that kid that sits next to me would like. Well, they thought it was okay but suggested several changes. Whatever dudes. At least Anonymous Poetry Guy likes it. Anonymous Poetry Guy likes everything I write. And pretty much everything I say too, it seems. I don't much care for poetry advice anyway. Then, I met with my advisor, who told me I need not two, but THREE classes in the fall, and why don't I take a fourth so I can get financial aid. I later realized that I think she didn't count my Shakespeare class that I'm in right now, and maybe I'll only have to take two after all. If that's the case, then I'm not taking two extra just to try to get a little financial aid. Crunch the numbers folks, I think I'd be saving money AND taking half the number of classes. Plus, I don't want to run the risk of watering down my GPA on classes I don't even need.

Speaking of watering down, we won't be watering down much around here for a while. We don't have water again today. I don't know what is going on, but it is making me mad. We have water in the well, but there is some valve on the pump that is screwing up or something. I don't know.

I worked two and a half hours today, and that was enough. Then I came home, snacked, chatted on IM, and finally got around to homework. I managed to finish out a rough draft of my senior seminar paper (thank goodness) before spring break. Now I'm working on Faulkner stuff for the 10 page research paper (AKA midterm) for my American lit class. But at least I like Faulkner.

Ah, Fridays...

Yesterday went much better than I expected. Regarding anonymous poetry guy, that is. At first I didn't know what to do because he walked into class around 12:03 looking like he could burst into tears at any moment. He seldom looked at me, but when he did, the look said, "how dare you look at me you treacherous treasonous..." well, you can fill in the noun for yourself. Anyway, I felt horrible. And then of all days, Derek decided to hand out stuffed animals again. He gave me the "rotten crotch" bunny. So named (by Derek) because of the green crotch. News flash, Derek... the entire bunny is green. So I stuffed RC bunny into my bag and proceeded with class, not saying much. At times, the class got very funny and I just had to laugh loudly (stress reliever) and when class was over, I told this guy he wrote a nice poem. Then he followed me outside. I said I had to get lunch and go to work, but if he wanted, he could come to the union with me. And of course, he did. I think he had a pretty good time. Then he walked with me out to my car. And then I went to work...

Part II: My experience at the courthouse

So apparently the C-town courthouse has more security than many maximum security prisons? I couldn't enter via the 7th Street entrance (though I parked on 7th Street for that very purpose) but instead had to go in the Jackson Avenue entrance. Well, whatever. Might as well have gone to the JAC while I was there, but honestly, I forgot. Walked up the steps and into the building. Noting various signs warning me that I'd probably have to pass through a metal detector. What kind of a courthouse is this?

So I started to go on the right side of the hallway (out of sheer habit... as a child, we had white tape down the center of school hallways and were constantly instructed to "walk on the right side, just like when you will drive someday") and a cop says, "Ma'am, please walk around on the other side" (note to all: I hate being called ma'am. I always have. I even wrote a humor paper in 4th or 5th grade about hating to be called ma'am. This is a very serious thing. I don't house prostitutes, thank you very much.) So I went Brit on the left side. Up to the conveyor belt.
"So what all do I have to put on this thing anyway?"
"Your purse and the binder and that notebook."
You gotta be kidding
"Okay."
"Um, and your jacket too. We need to check that."
"Well, I've never been here before. I don't know how you do things up here."
"Okay here ya go... wait... do you have a cell phone?"
What's it to ya?
"Yeah in my purse. Why?"
"I'm gonna need to keep that, thank you."
Great. Now I can't call Dave if I run into a question in the treasurer's office
"Um, okay?"
"Here. Keep this card and when you're ready to go, give it back to us and we'll give you your cell phone back."
"Whatever."
I thought a cop was going to have to escort me over to the treasurer's office. But luckily, they left me alone. I opened the door. On the second attempt (it is very embarrassing to push a door that you have to pull when there are at least 3 cops staring at you like you're some kind of questionable character) only to be greeted by a lovely lady (probably the treasurer):
"Can I help you?"
"Um, yeah... do you guy have a, uh, public record computer that I can like, look up stuff on?"
"What do you want it for?"
"To look up addresses?"
"Who are you with?"
What is this, some sort of secret society?
I told her, and apparently the password worked, because she led me to a computer, telling me all the while that she doubted I'd be able to find what I was looking for and that I'd probably have to go to the assessor's office. I was thinking, they need addresses to send tax bills to, so why wouldn't the treasurer's office have addresses?. Anyway, I found most of them, but on my last page, I managed to hit a wrong key on the computer keyboard (this was my fault. I was proud of my magnificent typing abilities and imagining how much the other workers envied my fast typing skills and pictured Head Treasurer Lady walking by and instantly offering me a job because I could work so much more efficiently than that lady who had been there for 20 years.) Yeah. Pride certainly cometh before a fall. I tried in vain to find the window that I had been working in. I had three opened up, and none were the correct one. Worse yet, when I tried to close them, I got dialogue boxes saying that the program was running. So, figuring I'd probably never have to show my face in that courthouse again, (unless of course I had to defend myself in that court for closing down 3 windows in the treasurer's office) I just closed all of them anyway, thanked the lady and left. And I did get my cell phone back, thank goodness. Then I forgot to put gas in my car. And I just had to go to the gas station at Wal-Mart. Yes, I turned around at a Casey's station (and had to carefully navigate between a car in front of my backing up and a very poorly placed curb that served absolutely no purpose but to try to cause me to wreck, simply so I could go to another gas station). Don't ask why I didn't just stop at Casey's. Don't.

How Do I Get In These Situations?

Okay ya'll... to start things off, I think I did okay on my Shakespeare midterm, so that's AWESOME! We'll see next week if I'm still in the same humor though. Anyway, so I downed a Red Bull during the midterm so I could make sure to stay awake and be very alert throughout the test. Unfortunately, the Red Bull worked overtime and I couldn't get to sleep until... I think it was after 3:00. So one of my profs has agreed to do an independent study honors thesis with me in the fall in the field of creative writing--very cool. And I've been doing some work for my job in my spare time here at school. Tonight I have a lovely STD meeting and I'm almost broke.

William Faulkner = Awesome. William Shakespeare, On the Other Hand...

I am tired and very full (just had lunch) and I'm getting ready to start studying for a Shakespeare midterm that I'll have from 6:00-7:30 tonight. Then after the break, we will start talking about Hamlet. Fun fun. It's nice weather out and I'm in a very cheerful mood. Far more cheerful than usual. That's all for now, folks.