It's raining quite a bit outside my sliding glass door/window, and it's all I can do to keep from putting on mellow music and sitting close enough to the window/door to let my breath fog up the glass.

But I can't. I'm shooting to turn my senior project in by next week and I'm woefully behind. The plan was to have it done by now, so I can enjoy this last quarter of school. But plans and me don't mix well.

I just made myself a quesadilla. We threw an awesome party last Friday, and I tought a Taiwanese student how to make a quesadilla. He grimaced at the idea of just a tortilla and cheese (despite my suggestions for putting in other yummy things like sour cream and guac and chicken bits), but oh man, his face was priceless when he took a bite. He insisted I teach him how, and he made 5 quesadillas and shared them with everyone.

It was really an awesome night, but we were too drunk to take pictures. bleh.

sometimes I think about the fun times like these that aren't going to happen anymore. I'll be in a place where there won't be people my own age who'll get pop culture references or be up on the latest technology or internet meme, or.. okay, gonna stop being negative.

unicorns and butterflies everywhere, bitches.

be right back, gonna by me a rainbow.