Tiff and Cam Present the return of The official B*tches of Eastwick Thread — Page 413

Good luck!! I'll talk to you later.

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I'M GOING TO A GREENDAY CONCERT!!!

i can't get over it. mucho excited.

You know they envy you, Ellie....

*headdesk* I just failed my final. If I didn't fail, then I just barely passed. And this isn't one of those, "Oooh, I did so badly--oh, whatdya know, I got an A!" type of things. This is like...when I say I gave an educated guess on 50% of the questions, by "educated" I mean, "Hmm...I haven't seen a (d) in a while..."

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The latter. Especially in light of knowing that you saw my crappy website.

This semester sucks. I'm gonna graduate on a down note.

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It's not good. It just looks kind of pretty, if I may say so myself. It's funny because I think if you go down the list, you can sort of see where my mental state started to deteriorate.

And is it only me or are there weird formatting things in between paragraphs?

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I think it's because I typed the stuff out in Word first, and then copied and pasted into Netscape (ugh) Composer. Er...I could probably fix it if I knew how to wade through all the HTML coding to delete it. But the only thing I know about the Internet is how to click "Favorites-->Broadway World Board" and vegetate.

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It depends. I had a real panic attack yesterday because I hadn't started writing anything, and I just discovered that my prof came back from her trip one day early and had access to the Internet. I was banking on her being gone until today so I'd have all of last night to work on it. So as of now, for all I know, I've already failed (she's a now or never prof - none of that 10%/day crap) and then I won't graduate.

So I'm sort of beyond caring, sort of not. A little part of me hopes she hasn't checked it yet so I can go and improve stuff. And a bigger part of me (like, the stomach-sized part of me) is worried that she'll notice I've got 75 hits on there already and wonder WTF is going on.

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Yeah, the one and only. She also winked at me before. Or maybe she just got something in her eye. (She's a lesbian who looks like Carson from Queer Eye, and I use it to my advantage.) Crappy because I'm taking a distance ed course with her too so she knows I'm capable of better, so I think she has higher expectations for me to have done this well.

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^ I was a bad friend, even after Sivvie bailed me out of a real mess last night with the website. Well, it wasn't really that I MEANT to be a bad friend, but those narcoleptic episodes hit so suddenly, and "I'll just rest my eyes for...fifteen minuzzzz..." turned into an hour. But now I know she's awake and I don't think she hates me, so all my guilt has dissipated. (Kidding! Sivvie, I love you!)

Yeah, 40%. And she's a tough marker, so even if she doesn't give me a zero, I'm probably looking at a 28-30, I think.

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Fine then, ignore me! I've got work to do too, y'know!

*runs off crying*

Watch out for that one, Kissy. She transmits scabies. On a slow night.

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Eww, I don't know how you manage to hug your cookie, though I do imagine you've gotten so much use out of it, it's like a crater. Either way, wash your hands, will ya?

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