Here's some assurance for past, present and future selves that I am still alive.

There is one week of classes left and I am going crazy for reasons that I don't currently have the time or patience to blog about.

I smell like French vanilla cappicino...literally. I was writing a paper, sitting on my floor and didn't realize it when I knocked over my to-go cup from breakfast. I think my leg was in it for about five minutes before I even realized it.
It is just another contribution to the rat's heaven that is currently my room. This afternoon I am cleaning. Screw papers and presentations, the place is getting nasty beyond all belief.

Now back to writing I go.
-.-
Peace.
~Lo

P.S. 8:03 pm
The Victoria's Secret runway show is kind of disgusting. There is very little diversity in body type or ethnicity. The clips I saw made me a little sick. I expected beautiful women but I did not see beautiful women.

I am serious about starting a sword fighting club. My self-defense instructors are going to help me get it off the ground. Hopefully we can be a trial club next semester. It's basically going to be a dream come true for me and is going to be my priority club if it does get off the ground.