it was the best of times...it was the worst of times...

SOO...today was one BIG ASS shit show as i tried to pack pack pack ALL IN ONE DAY!!! anyway, finished my Study of the City Exam. The verdict: it was really fucking easy. Finished my Multivariable Calc Exam. The verdict: i'm still sore--it gang raped me...multiple times...with no lube...

anywho, school is out, and it was all fun and shit. i wouldn't mind schooling for another month just to be with all the cool cat-ty Yalies and all that shit. right now, i'm in San Jose visiting the fams, and in a few days, i'll be "getting to know" Cheesey, BIBLICALLY, of course, in sunny san fran with suchi and the whole crew down there.

i'm uber excited.

i, do, however, have a few "FUCK YOU"s to go out.

FUCK YOU BOOOKIE.

FUCK YOU OLLIE.

i curse you both..."thinnneeerrrr...." (though, for some people, it could be a blessing. HA!)

i was giving out fuck yous to people who said they would see me before i left, (even though i knew that they wouldn't), and flattered me by actually NOT showing up for real. it's all good. i have other friends. bookie is jersey trash and ollie is named after a show tunes character: "please ma'am...i want some more."

it's ok. i'll take my prozac, zanex and percoset, and it'll all be good in the hood.