tired. the girl, alfonso, and i spent fucking 9 hours preparing for the goddamn philosophy paper. he gave us 11 possible essay prompts, of which we will have to write 4. we can bring in a page of notes, so we spent those 9 hours writing each essay in short-answer form and then shrinking them to the smallest possible font. but we did it ... oh yes, we did it.
of course, this left me no time to study for comm, but i thought i did alright considering i hadn't opened the book for 3 weeks. i got a C+ on the paper (six pages on a can of fucking soup -- just call me the queen of bullshit) which i'm rather proud of. it's nice how as i get older, the less silly little letters matter. as long as i passed, i'm good to go. aurora and i were talking and she was saying how all she wanted was a D...just to pass, please! last week, she said she would be happy with a C. the month before she was settling for a B. i always kind of knew they were JUST LETTERS but it's nice to finally be in an environment in which everyone else recognizes that too.
well, something like that. i may be a bit generalizing. (morgan? generalize? nooo, never!)
last night and the night before were much fun. the night before involved suzzi and aurora and i giggling maniacally for 20 minutes over really, really, really stupid things. i told them joanna used to call me simba because i look like a lion and aurora screamed, "OH MY GOD, YOU TOTALLY DO!" and proceeded to laugh at my feline characteristics for days. then she looked at suzzi and said, "YOU HAVE A BIG HEAD!" and laughed for a few more days. we couldn't help but join in. what a trio: a lion, a big noggin, and a nymph. hooray!
yeah, and last night was actually kind of fun. i mean, studying was a bitch, but alfonso's really cool so it was enjoyable. and despite my lack of going to class or doing any of the reading, i actually knew what he was talking about. word to the wise: "sartre" is not pronounced "sarter" or "sartray." it's "sart." you sound like an idiot if you say it wrong. nevertheless, it's hilarious in a there's-something-about-mary-ben- stiller-"brett fav...ray" manner. hahaha.
wow. my ear hurts for some reason. alright, so after fucking sitting around thinking for 9 hours the girl and i went and woke up suzzi and we ran to freebirds because we were stahvin. mmmmm...freebirds.... it was thoroughly yummy. if you ever find yourself in the ghetto of santa barbara (otherwise known as isla vista, or IV if you're cool) you must go to freebirds.
i woke up at 6:30a this morning panicky because i thought i was late for the exam. that happened to this girl maya this week...she woke up at 9:30a and her exam started at 8a. um...fucked much? her ta was nice and let her take the exam, but ah. sucks for her. anyway, so i was awake so i got up and took the nicest, longest shower. i hadn't showered for a few days due to a severe case of apathitis and it's always sooooo nice to be so fresh and so clean clean and all smooth and hurrah. my hair was pretty interesting with 3 days of grease and gel buildup though. it was really chunky and stuck straight up, but in a good way. suzzi couldn't stop petting it, but she's obsessed with all things soft because she's a silly raver E girl.
wow, i have a lot to say. i have much to do today. 5 loads of laundry (2 of colors, 1 of whites, 2 of bedding), pack, clean room, defrost fridge, ensure ride to train station tomorrow...geez, i sound like such a housewife. ah, such is the life of a college student. that's my phrase of the month. i'm still up and down about going home. i'm not looking forward to seeing my family at all. well...i want to see my brother but just for drugs. i'm really looking forward to hanging out with esp and joel and going to carnegie's and applebee's and chillin with esp's friends (chillin in the smoking out sense). i've discovered that imperial teen is playing at slim's on my birthday. they sing the "yoo hoo" song on the jawbreaker soundtrack, and i LOVE that song and i've discovered i LOVE many of their other songs. maybe i'll convince someone exciting to take me. with my track record of sf shows and birthdays, i'll probably end up sitting on my ass while my mom goes off on what a fat slut i am. which is ironic, because i am neither fat nor am i a slut. but hey, to each her own.
eee, i'm listening to a sisters of mercy song that my friend jen had me download and it is so fucking scary. oh thank god, it stopped. that was entirely too frightening.
dear god, i have got to pee. have lovely days.