I just got off the phone with my mother. I told her that boy was coming to visit during my spring break. She goes, "You guys fooling around or in love?" I told her we use the 'L' word and she advised me to "make him wait," "not to have s3x," and to "wait to have s3x until marriage."

I retorted with, "How do you know I haven't already?" BOOYOW!

She asked if he was my "first" and when I told her that he wasn't, she replied, "Oh, I thought you were a v--."

My mother is in serious denial.

I had a horrible dream last night that I got an F on a quiz in my psychopathology and diagnosis class. He wrot everyone's name on the board and their corresponding grades. Three people had big fat red F's and two people had big great red As. I got an F and he pronounced my name wrong when he made me out as an F example. Oh how my dreams have become so lame.

Cigarette smoke. Nasty tobacco seeps into my apartment. Apparently, Mary Jane is on vacation.

You know I posted more when I wrote papers last quarter because it was a way for me to procrastinate. Now I'm doing more paper note takings. Maybe I should doodle thoughts on paper, scan them, and post them on blogger. :X

i'm goin brain dead from the second hand smoke leaking into my studio's ventilation system.