My SMS Admirer

James, aka the black guy from the bar who sings Gnarls Barkley like nobody's business, has been texting me for oh... a month now?

Assertiveness is nice. I can dig that. But I'd say he's a little more than assertive. I'm not sure what to make of it. I think hanging out with him would be a blast, but I don't want him to be under the impression that I'm on the market for a man. Things get messy, people get hurt, and I am not into any of that.

Hanging at the bar can't be too bad, right? I know I'm still not really in a commitment-y place in my life, but the man is such a sweetheart. There ain't nothin wrong with getting to know a dude.

My Grades are WHAT?!?!

My grades are what I expected them to be. It just never ceases to shock me that I can get away with doing so little work. I didn't do even one minute of listening for my history class (copyright and licensing agreements made listening assignments a total pain to access... so I never bothered).

This quarter was the most fun I've had in a quarter ever. Truly. I do so love my friends dearly.

I may go into detail on the utter nonsense that was my academic effort. I may not. I can rest now, though, knowing I've done well for myself. Cheers to the upcoming holidays :)

I love this season so dearly!!!

My Finals Week

Does not feel stressful. Maybe it should? I walked into my Music Theory practical without having received the handouts I was supposed to have rehearsed (because I neglected going to section 10th week) and still managed to ace that shit, no problemo. I know I previously said that all this pre-renaissance stuff was not easy for me, but it turns out that that it's even harder for everyone else.

Even though I feel that my work this quarter warrants a B at most, I'm, comparatively, an A+ student. Lovely. As long as I show up tomorrow, things should be just fine. This quarter is pretty much over. My work here is done.