I don’t know what the fuck was going on last night, but the ghetto birds seemed to be flying around forever. I think we went through two Southpark episodes and then Tommy and Sal came over and it was STILL going on! I was so anxious last night, I couldn’t fall asleep for awhile. Then of course I got woken up at 8am to some sort of pounding next door. *sigh* whatever.

I was suppose to work on my lab report last night but I didn’t exactly get around to it. I’m sure once I meet up with my partners in school today things will be discussed. Why do I ALWAYS end up having to be the leader in the group? Why can’t someone tell me what to do? Jeong didn’t even show up yesterday to count people with us, but I’m sure she’ll pick up whatever slack she needs to. She’s a smart gal, I’m not too worried. I just wish I wasn’t the person in the group with the leadership skills. We were all suppose to email each other last night with our observations, no one did it. It shouldn’t be that hard to figure everything out and have the report ready for Thursday, but I still worry. I don’t want anything less than an A in the class. I can’t afford to get anything less than an A. I fell off the wagon during the winter session, I gotta make up for it now.

I think I wanna go to Amsterdam for Spring break. I don’t know if that’ll happen, but I don’t see why it couldn’t. It’ll only be for about 4-5 days. I’ve been saving up for awhile. With the exchange rate and cheap flights, how could I not take advantage of it? If I get out there it would be great to see my hot german boyfriends John and Stefan. If I’m all the way out there, it would be silly to not at least take a day trip to London and see as many people as I can. Honestly, if I could just see Smithy and the gang, I’d be stoked. I’d LOVE to see Jayne, but I have no idea where she’ll be. I don’t even know if Goldie will be in town at the same time. I always wonder what happened to my dear mate, Tony. Last I heard he was a douchebag cokehead. Fuck that. It makes me sad, but it doesn’t surprise me either. Omg, I would fucking go to Oxford and go eat at my favorite kabob place!!!! If I was P-Diddy rich, I’d have that shit flown to L.A for me, seriously.

Aiight, enough blogging for one day. I don’t enough exciting things to talk about.