my midterms are so easy its embarrassing. i think my engineer roommates probably laugh at me behind my back.

“but i try to read lots of books in the time i don’t have to devote to doing work for classes, so i’m still a nerd like you guys, i swear! i’m just a book nerd instead of a math nerd!…guys?….”

i have to see a counselor soon to make sure i’m fulfilling all my obligations for next semester so i can graduate with all the honors and certificates and whatever else i believe i am entitled to (i should get one for whatever you would call the opposite of the “biggest tool in the business school” award. littlest tool? least tool-like? i don’t know what it’s called but i damn well deserve it. at least tied with some other people i know that also don’t suck).

jesus jaywalker, i’m about to sign up for my last semester of classes possibly EVER. probably not, really — but still scary though. but really i’m not scared, i’m excited. being at a university is too easy. you just student-loan your troubles away, or have your parents back you up. i’m really looking forward to standing on my own two feet for once. i think i’ll finally feel like i’ve accomplished something.

not that i haven’t so far. i mean, i got a car and stuff. and i made this killer fiesta dip. i know you just pour powder into a tub of sour cream, but it sure does taste good.

[now hearing this: empire state games mp3’s, a.k.a the one cd that i will probably never, ever be able to find a physical copy of that i sure wish i had and would buy for triple its original price if i ever tracked one down.]