You weren't the one who stabbed me in the back, but you sure as hell sharpened the blade

An interesting month, January. A new Presidential term, a new semester, a new house......

Only half of that is in the category of "good", but I won't go into that.

The last day of exams today. I'm going to miss this. Heh. Nearly a whole week of three hour days.....that just rocks.

I've noticed something funny lately: I can't seem to keep my cynical, dark wit out of my assignments or tests. Like today, an answer on one of my exams involved the word "nuclear", only at the time I couldn't for the life of me, figure out how to spell it. Anyway, it ended up looking something like "nucluear" (I shudder to think that I actually wrote that down...). Suddenly, I realized in my head what that sounded like and I added a tiny sidenote: "Yeah, so I spell like George Bush talks....sue me...."

Couldn't resist.

I don't think the teacher will mind terribly..he's a Kerry fanatic anyway.

But I do that all the time. A snide comment here, a morbid observation there-like another part on my exam where I wrote "Unless you're having tea at the morgue" when referring to what happens when you have a living will and you're incapacitated or... *insert aforementioned commnet* (it makes sense when you read it...).

Maybe my overwhelming boredom is making me go a little more insane than usual. If it is, I'll just sit in my black straightjacket and wait for them to take me to my padded cell.

Just as long as it isn't white. Heheheheh.