Day 130: Metamorphoses...

I think I'm turning into Rodney. Not that he's a bad guy, but this is the wrong time in my academic career to discover that, with what paper-writing talent I have, I can occasionally slack and do things at the last minute and get away with it. Or that I can get away with not reading. Brad was less than amused when I spent half of last night sleeping and being grouchy and not doing any homework and then getting up and spending my free hour (no French) to spit out a five-page paper for Brit Lit II. But I got the paper done and so he can't complain too much. School was...school today. Brit Lit was boring. Ethics was cool - we're still working on lying. Heh. Gonna get good at that once I'm a lawyer, sadly. Oh well. History was fun - it's always fun and Bostick is an awesome guy. I think he got too much of a laugh out of the story when BenTen told him about how WC stands not only for 'water closet' but for 'Winston Churchill' and how the guy could never put his initials on his office door like anyone else. Bostick also learnt the joy of mosh pits and crowd surfing. He's just a fine guy.

It's snowed up here again, and it seems that the only other person who hates snow as much as I do is Del. Poor Del. I will teach you the ways of cruelty and homicide yet - you have much to learn, my 1337 grasshoppper. This whole reading thing...I might as well get used to it, neh?