One term paper down(I expect no more than a C on it. Aim high, Amanda! Aim high!)
Two essays to go
Two finals to go

I think this is my least pressure-ful finals season yet. Excellent.

I had a blast last night old school stylE. with jack, maggie and edward scissormatt. we got pretty damned goofy, as is evidenced by matt's new nickname - which he came up with himself, mind you. earlier in the night, he had said matt scissorhands, but as the room got smokier and smokier, he somehow slipped into the edward scissormatt groove.

i'm starting to freak a little bit at the prospect of this summer. what in the hell am i going to do? jack's leaving. fucking sod. leslie's leaving. damned bitch. yeah, i still have a whole shitload of friends who will be here...but...well, i guess i really just need to suck it up and get a job.

UGH.
words cannot express how badly i want out of this town. not to say i'm unhappy at all, i'm just ready to MOVE ON. but there we go with school again, cramping my style...

ew. no more thinking about summer.


anyone got any suggestions on where i could transfer that wouldn't cost a crackload?

a crackload?

oh, yes, a crackload.