Fook, now what?

So, sometime between Friday afternoon and Saturday, I seem to have misplaced my damn flash drive. Considering how useful that is, that's reason enough to be mad and/or freaking out, but if I don't find that I won't have all my projects saved to give in for Digital Design at the end of the semester. I went apeshit yesterday, tearing my room apart looking for it. Why are flash drives so compact?! URGH.

Speaking of Friday, aka "420", that was a hilarious night. My friends were rolling joints, and they used Lindz's english reading book cover for filter. So, I suggest we cut out his name and roll that as filter for Jess to smoke, seeing as she hates that teacher so much, and hates that Lindz has a crush on him. She got so angry later when we showed her, and she said she thought she was tripping out when she saw what the filter said on it. That merits a good ol' fashioned "LOL" if I do say so.

I'm totally addicted to Drawn Together now. Just such dumb jokes and general spoofiness.

Despite this not so promising outline of my character, I'm actually getting really good marks in all my classes lately. I got 100% on a Psych test, and another 100% on an essay I wrote on how Satanism is a cult. I got 82 on my last QM test, and 78 on my French oral I thought I'd fail. Guess not after all.

Our Happiness Is Guaranteed

Not today though. I'm 80% likely to fail my french oral tomorrow, mostly due to the fact that I still don't know what topic I should do it on, let alone how to argue about it in french with my French teacher (who reminds me of a kindergarden teacher, and is so happy she MUST do bondage on the weekends to balance herself out).

On another note, the Satanic Bible is a fun read, especially when I actually get to use it for a legitimate school project, and try and convince my class that Satanism is, indeed, a cult.

In a bad mood? School got you down? Just an ugly day? Enjoy some dumbass pictures I've created on Paint.

On one more note, I've sent this one picture of Trent Reznor to a bunch of my friends, not because I find it hot or anything (though I must admit, he's attractive in an odd way), but because I WANT HIS JACKET. Can we all say "queer!" now?