flyakate | Thunderstorm *shudder*

Here I am. I had a really good entry, but then accidentally pressed paste, which gave me... my journal code again. Oops. Anyways, I should probably be writing my paper for the English Epic, which, contrary to the opinions of those who took my quiz, is NOT the class that puts me to sleep. I love that class, or rather did, seeing as classes ended on the third. We are now nearing the end of the second week of finals, coming closer and closer to seniors' graduation. I'm pretty sleepy, which is a funny thing because I haven't been doing all that much. Must need more sleep. Oh well, c'est la vie. Well, I can cross 'watching friends get drunk and high' off my 'got to do' list. Not that much fun from the observer's point of view. I didn't really mean to get into that, it was just a normal evening (with a splash of alcohol, but hey it was Saturday night). Whatever. Seeing Jess demand that we 'defy our King and fight for the land!' while screaming in a rather well done Scottish accent was more than amusing. I prefer to get high off life. How project charlie is that? Doodled on my stories, but the paper is calling me. Damn work, although I suppose I should do a decent job, seeing as I DO want to be an English major. Rumbly and thundery out. Gotta love the fickle weather.