How could I have forgotten...

...how much finals suck? Granted, I only have the two and one of them was take-home so I really only have the one, but still. Suck. I'm not going to dwell, though, because unless the planet tips on its axis I should be able to get an absolute minimum of a C in both classes. I'm expecting it to be two B's or possibly an A and a B, but the absolute worst would be a C. Which is average, and considering how I've felt the last month or so, average is totally awesome.

I'm listening to "Behind Blue Eyes" by The Who, and Roger Daltry wants me to stick my finger down his throat. I don't think I know him well enough for that. Also, he's old enough that he should know better than to swallow evil things, anyway. Right?!?

Anyhoo, I really need to get these index cards ready for my final tomorrow. So TTFN!!

Sooooooo lazy

So, secret admirer. Somewhat unusual, especially in this age of instant information. Well, mine was not actually all that hard to figure out (sorry, dude, if you wanted it to be a secret you should've picked someone who's actually dated more than half a handful of people). Anyway, his name is Mike and some of you may have actually met him. We dated briefly when I was living in Fargo and he came to visit once during my second attempt at Duluth. In the interim, he got married and had a kid or so. Fast forward to a couple of months ago, apparently he decides to google me and see what I'm up to these days. Lo and behold, I'm still in the area and still single. So he decides to get in touch with me. Neato.

Then comes the big news: he's still married. His wife has a boyfriend. Etc., etc. Drama worthy of a Jerry Springer episode. Whoo. Which brings us to now. We're going to be pals for now, with the dating thing to be possibly revisited at a later time when his life begins to resemble a slightly less "blender full of crazy" type of situation.


Wow, I'm tired now. I think I'll go eat some ice cream. TTFN!!