I see the last time I posted was back in May. Geeeez! Soooooo much has happened. The summer was great. I worked out a lot, hung out with friends, got tattoo’d, and chilled the fuck out. My mom passed away at the end of the summer. It was a trip. It happened so suddenly, I didn’t really have time to take it all in until recently. I have a whole bunch of new responsibilities now. Also, this has been the first semester I’ve gone to school full time. I also got a job at school as a psychology tutor. Tonight starts my finals. I’m REALLY scared about art history because I TOTALLY fucked up and copied my paper from a friend. I only changed about 10% of the paper. All my friends think I won’t get caught, but I seriously think I’m done for. I asked the professor I work for, what’s the worst thing that could happen? He said I’ll fail the class. I can live with that. I was scared I might get kicked out of school. If I don’t get caught, I only have to take 14 units next semester. If I fail art history, I have to take 17 units next semester, oy. I’m sorta trippin’ on statistics, but not really. The professor said I would pass, simply because I showed up to every class and I didn’t fail horribly bad on the tests. I’ll believe it when I see it. Tomorrow night is that final. Anthropology is tomorrow morning. I got a B on the midterm, so if I can score another B on the final, I’ll be solid. I’d like to get an A, but I’ll certainly take a B. My health final, what a joke. That’s the last one scheduled for Thursday. I could go into that final drunk off my ass and trippin’ on acid and I’d still get an A, ha! I can’t fucking WAIT for this semester to be over!!!!