deckwreck

Last night I said to myself, "Do I have a test tomorrow? No, it's on Thursday. I've been doing anthropology all day, I even missed Every Time I Die because of it, I deserve some relaxation."

So naturally, I went out drinking.

Today I got to class and guess what was waiting for me?

Doh. Eh, the lowest test grade gets dropped anyway.

It's really nice outside. Stupid pollen. Pollen somehow manages to not only make my nose run and my eyes poof up, but somehow burrows its way into my brain preventing it from functioning at its highest level of efficiency. It's kind of like being high, but without the whole high thing. No fun.

Well, back to the books. Stupid anthropology.