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Me: "Can you imagine an emo compiler?"
Steve: "Yeah. It would just be an infinite loop of 'cut'."


Hahahahaha. My friends > your friends.


Susana: "I dunno. It's your 19th birthday. Nothing we can do but watch porn."

As of 3:15pm tomorrow, hell week is over.

Next weekend I intend to make the most out of my free time, believe you me. Because I am WIPED from the last week. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to watch CSI Las Vegas and fall asleep.

Later days.

"Her spine was squeezed like a brittle accordion."

Thank you for that description, Discovery Health. Wow.

I've really come to hate winter.

It seems like everything bad in my life has occurred between November and January, when Tucson is the coldest. Maybe it's because the weather depresses me, who knows.

All I know is that I can't wait for night to fall so I can go swing and rock out to music and freeze my ass off. You've got to flood yourself, and hope that you don't drown in the endeavor.

I see my waterline rising, and all I do is stand there.

Maybe one day I'll learn how to swim. Maybe you'll show me how. I'd love it if you did...

You know who you are.

All this caffeine swimming in my head is like...I don't know. I have a lot to do. And for some reason I alternate between extreme confidence and extreme fear of messing up. Whatever. I can fix it. :D

Time to finish this program so I can go do something worth doing.

I have finally learned what a "hell week" is.

Two exams, a program due that nobody knows what the fuck to do with (and the section leaders are being useless about it as always), quiz in philosophy, and a shit-ton of calc.

Woo. *shoots self in the head*

At least I have my awesome Jose interludes. Seriously, I think that's the only reason I get through the week these days. Cause I know that the weekend will mean time with mah boy.

Right now I should probably be working on my program and shit, but nope! Taking a walk instead. Haha.

God I need the weekend. For...aforementioned reasons. :D

Life rawks yo.