Well...

I got one summary done, not three.

Did not get to the gym.

And did not get a chance to do anything with my application.

I? Am apparently a horrid student. And I engage in morally deviant behavior ¹ which shall lead to the destruction of the free world and/or my future as ruler of the universe ².

¹ that should read: procracination and/or masturbation; depending upon context of course
² did I mention that I plan on naming my apartment "brad's universe?"

Random thoughts:

Dammit, I don't care what anyone says - those lego houses I built were teh coolest.

I wonder if Cinderella was a natural blonde, or if maybe her godmother just added some highlights.

How is it that so many pretty people are so inherantly dumb? Like, really dumb. Like, "how many blondes does it take" dumb.

I wonder if straight men ever think about how their jeans make their ass look.

Has anyone ever figured out those damn tootsie pop licks? Seriously, I get halfway done and distracted and lose count.

Where did the expression "it's not even funny" come from? As in - "it hurt so bad, it's not even funny". Of course not, it hurt.

Do dogs really like fire hydrants, or is that an urban legend?

How many farewell tours and concerts *can* an artist perform before it's just a regular tour?

I think Larry King wears shoulder pads; those just aren't natural.

Kirk Cameron - a minister? Now that's just shameful. Like, really.

And finally: I can't wait to be a dad.

Like, whoa

*ehem*

I had a whole list of rants to give you guys a nice chuckle this morning, but in the last twenty minutes I found out that my C in Child Psych jumped to an A-, my Bio professor stopped into my office just to tell me I did really well on Friday's exam (best score, is what she said), AND remember that manuscript/paper that I stayed up without sleep for a whole week to do well on? I got a 94 out of a hundred! I GOT A FUCKING A ON IT BITCHES! And, as near as I can tell - I also got the highest grade in the class. The class average was 85! Holy Canoli, Batman!

*does the dance of brilliance, for indeed, I am*

And also?

Tag - you're it. Yes, YOU.

P.S. No tag backs.

Yes, I are 6.

Good Day

is all that needs to be said.