So I got home from work at about 1 this morning. I have absolutely none of my calc homework done, but the prof doesn't mind staying after to help, and I found a tutoring lab I can go to (just not today). So that's good. Anyway, at about 11 pm, the credit/debit card system pretty much crashed, so we had to call in every single person who wanted to use a card....

It's official.
I no longer have an A in Calc II.

...

;_;

Adriane watching Bermuda Triangle special on Discovery channel:
*turns to Zach*
"This is why you shouldn't do crack and fly."

So I caved in and about WarioLand Shake It last night. And I checked out the first Ratchet and Clank game. I'll probably get that, too; it'll only be $6 for me... so why not. I'll probably check them all out at some point. Just to get the story line. I don't know if I'll buy them... 

Anyway, I'm off to do calculus before I leave for GameStop....Zach's in the living room playing the best game ever (*coughSidMeierscough*)

*ohmigodwhhyyyyyyyy*
There's only one problem left.
*stares at Calc homework*
I will defeat you. headbannnng
Oh hello little kitty. 
Must. Finish. Calculus.
Do it!
DO EEEEEEEET!!!

I talked to Nicole the other day for quite a while. I had just had a very lovely bowel movement, and was thinking that, when I realized I hadn't discussed my poopy ways with her for a very long time.
And so I changed that.

It was wonderful.


And I now am the proud owner of four Trojan-ENZ brand latex condoms, lubricated.

I will fill them up with colored water and throw them at unsuspecting strangers! Yesyesyes!




[update] thank God I'm not taking math next semester.... -_-

So my calc prof is much cooler that I've ever given her credit for. She stayed after and helped me with everything. And was really cool about it. And this makes me very happy.

Working the midnight release of Gears of War II tonight. It's going to be awful. I've worked 23 hours this week.

And next week I'm working 30. I wouldn't really mind this, except that I'm also taking 16 credit hours and I have an absolute shit-for-brains lab partner who makes me re-do everything he/she messes up in the first place (even though I've TOLD her how to do it)....

And I'm working another midnight release next week. Don't know which one, though. Should figure that out.

Anyway, I'm not really complaining about work. I love working at GameStop. I'm not one of those people who hate the company. It's friggin awesome. *loves* Anyway... I'm not working Monday or Tuesday next week, which is nice. I'll be able to get a little sleep. : )

So I finally swallowed my pride enough to admit that I should probably go to the math tutoring lab only to find that they stop tutoring at the Calc I level. Apparently they figure if you've gotten to Calc II, you've pretty much screwed yourself over.


And I happen to agree.

Adriane's Christmas gift from Zach (eventually):
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Harry-Potter-Deathly-Hallows-Childrens/dp/0747591059

"What? Are you speaking to me again?"
"No, not really."

I don't really have anything against my calc prof. She's okay. But every now and then, I think she's on crack...

I've named my body pillow Dreamy Remy.

I should talk about the trip to Roscommon.

But I just don't have the strength right now.

::in student study gathering area::
*listens to senior paper engineers talking*
*lays head on table*
...
...
*has a lot to learn*

We were learning about addictions today in Health and Wellness, but I was too busy getting my hourly HP fix, listening to Prisoner of Azkaban on my iPod, to pay attention.

The familiar surge of hatred is beginning to overwhelm me.

I will win this staring contest, oh calculus homework of mine. I will win. And you will lose. And you will like it. You sick masochist.

So I'm making my Harry Potter iPod dream come true.

I think the McPalin should be the newest addition to McDonald's Dollar Menue.

I am getting tired of waiting.

So far, college has been exactly like high school to me except for one main factor: I am now paying an extreme amount of money to have my opinions tossed aside by my instructors.

Well, fuck it. I never wanted to go to school, anyway.

FUCK THIS SHIT!

So we got a new kitten.
Yeah yeah, I know.

Anyway, it's only "temporary," according to Mom. We're supposed to be holding on to her (Jellybean) for a couple months until my Aunt can move her in.

Picture time: