lucky you – your prize is more of me!

I have twenty ish minutes to kill before my mother will take me home. This house is full of smoke; my throat is actively pissed off at me. Then, I get to think about what to make for dinner when I get home. Oh food…you are so annoying distant these days. (Kimbar, you said one of the perks to living in this new apartment was being in walking distance of TWO stores! What the hell do you mean, food is so annoyingly distant!?). (*cough* It’s cold. *cough*). (You’re pathetic).

And there you have it: the greatest conversation anyone has ever had with his or herself in a long time. Or not.

Finals week starts tomorrow. Not that freaked out, to be honest. I’m thinking it’s going to go pretty well. =D <— I’m trying out the D face; what do you guys think? Oh man, how did I ever get sucked up into these smiley things? Haha. Oh right – they’re the closest we can get to tone on the Interwebs. Right. Gotcha.

I really want to go home. I really want to go home. I really want to go home…

Okay time to go.

– VdS