So I got the crackberry back. My own, not a new one. AT&T fixed my trackball/ pearl. Daddy said it took them all of 3 seconds to fix the mess I had made. I tried to fix the dang thing for HOURS to no avail. But whatevs. Stella got her groove back.
I slept through Fuad's class this morning. Sad times. I suppose this is my body's way of punishing me for only sleeping for four hours on Sunday and Monday. Sorry, bod. Actually I'm probably only going to get 4 hours tonight. I have a bio test tomorrow and ever since our midterm I have found a new and innovative way to NOT pay attention every single class. One day I skyped with Tommy, my boo francais. Another day I worked on my list of loves and hates to appease the masses slash followers of blog. Yet another day I registered for my classes.. you get the idea. Basically I'm effed.
BIG NEWS: Roxie made her debut today!! For those of you who don't know, Roxie is my totally awesome pink bike with giant retro handlebars. I love her and she loves me and we are in love. I rode her from my house to pi phi today and then back. It went swimmingly if you are wondering. Just swimmingly. She needs a bit of air in her tires and is dying to have a big basket on the front of her, but those were her only complaints. As for me? I had no complaints. When do I ever have complaints??
Oh and also my face is falling off. Seriously I look like two-face. FML. Here's a shot of me taken this afternoon between classes:
Not a big deal. Also take note of my very mournful outfit. Last night, Charlie's alter-ego, Luc, died a horrible and tragic death. Je suis en deuil. Que son ame repose en paix. Bises, Luc.
And in conclusion I freaking love crosswords.
Fin.
peace love and contraband quesadillas.
