I think I'm going to slowly kill my wackier side. Not all the way; it's me and I like it. I need to brood more. It feels good to be serious. Unfortunately, my smile's one of my favorite/best features, and I'd have to use it less. But the ladies aren't exactly beating down my door, nor am I answering.
I will get tested for a learning disability. It's all that could allow me to graduate at this point, I think. Proof that it wasn't laziness that prevented me from concentrating on reading or problem sets or exams for more than 15 min. And fuck you, Dvorak! Give me back my n's! I keep forgetting to type them.
MC Hawking rocks my world, esp. the Zep Medley: "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Peece out.
