So, tomorrow is the day.

Tomorrow I sign with the girls, and war officially starts. All I want to say is, guys, your asses will be kicked. Mwahahaha.

Ahem, so, other than that little thing there, there really isn't much I can think of to say. Well, other than that Saturday, the day when almost everyone else went to Mardi Gras, Katy, Beth, and I took a little time off from large social events and went to dinner (where we were served by an amazing waiter. mmm, amazing jimmy...) and then we watched that one movie that I forget the name of at the moment, but it was excellent. So, hey, Katy and Beth, what are you guys doing this Saturday?

Other than that, the week went on as weeks are wont to do. Except that this week is the last week of the third quarter, so there was some last minute work I had to turn in. And that Mary... ahem, let me resay that... And that Mary got to be a commencement speaker. How that happened, I don't know. Her speach was horrible, and she herself isn't much better as a human being. It makes my heart sad whenever someone like her gets a reward such as that for being, well, annoying, concieted, vain, snobbish, and while you can be sure the list goes on, you can also be sure that the words beyond this point aren't very appropriate for a diary. There aren't too many people I can say that for, either.

Sigh.

And now, I should do homework. Oh yay, the joys of being a senior.

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