Callie Came Over And This Is All I Could Do To Impress Her

I just have to keep telling myself, "It's almost over. It's almost over. It's almost over." In a couple weeks I'll be done with school and it will be . . . magnificent. Ha ha! Les gets it, but no one else will, unless they've seen "A Mighty Wind", which is great by the way.

Nothing is going on right now. I just got done with class, and I am exhausted. I think . . . oh . . . oh . . . Callie just came in, I can feel the energy coming back . . . I am alive again!! Muwahahahaha!!! I am already plotting destruction and mayhem!!

There is this one class that I cannot get a B in. I CANNOT! This class is so easy it's almost ridiculous. I mean a four year old mexican child with no knowledge of English could pass it. However, it is also at 8:00 in the morning and I'm not the squirrel with the bushiest tail, if you know what I mean. Just in case you don't . . . that translates to "it's hard for me to get up early". Anyway, like a quarter of our grade depends on attendance, and since I have skipped several classes, I am getting a D in attendance. It makes me so mad, I could spit blood. I cannot get a B in this class, and if I do I am going to throw something out the window . . . possibly the professor since she is small and seems like she would be relatively easy to lift and toss.

Callie is so observant. Callie's occupation should be "spy". Except it's not. It's Kohl's associate.