We have cherries. They raise important questions, such as "How long will it take Tierfal to get cherry juice all over the countertop?" (Answer: about twenty seconds.)
AND HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS.
I literally gasped when I saw this. BEST. GRADES. I HAVE EVER GOTTEN IN COLLEGE PLZ.
Usually I end up with a shitload of A-minuses. But all that incoherent panicking about finals apparently paid off. >DDDDDDD
It's totally awesome, though; I thought I was completely fucked in Milton, 'cause my seven-to-eight-page paper was... barely onto the seventh page. Because I thought it was a six-to-seven-page paper. It's not my fault; nobody jumps from 3-5 to 7-8; everybody stops at 6-7 first. XD
ANYWAY I WIN. \o/ Which is a good thing, because I was gearing up for some full-blown emo today. Again. :| I just can't get any halfway-decent writing done, and it's driving me insane, as is invariably the case. >_>
And, as we know, when I can't write, I get frustrated, and the more frustrated I get, the less I write, and then my self-worth plummets, and I wail on LJ about how pathetic I am. XD
I need some angrier metal music to write to or something. o_o Suggestions welcome? :P
...hope for ficspam later.