On a mini-break between my final exam and my last seminar of the quarter.
I did study for the final, sort of. I mean, I did read most of the books I was supposed to read, and I did actually do a little bit of cramming last night. Unfortunately, I was a little bit drunk, and a little bit stoned last night from the festivities...
Made dinner last night for some of the kids on my floor. Some smartass made the comment that meat-eaters can't cook for vegetarians -- they don't know how. Some OTHER smartass -- that would be Dracor -- offered to teach me to cook. ME? Getting TAUGHT how to cook by a self-professed Taco-Time employee? Ohhhh, no. I was born part PA Deutsch, and raised thinking I was Italian; thus, I've got it in my genes to be able to cook, and I've got it in my experience to know how the hell to use garlic like you're supposed to.
So I made the kids my mushroom-garlic sauce with pasta. I bought a bottle of white zin to go with it. Everybody had seconds, and I had seconds on the booze because what the hell, and then this kid Ian offered Louise and I the opportunity (for a limited time only!) to share a bowl with him, as thanks for the food. Of course, I don't like weed, but I figured I'd be gracious and go sit with them. Besides, I've never seen the inside of that guy's room. The thing is, it's a SMALL room, and it was a lot of weed, and Louise kept blowing her smoke out the window -- which I was sitting in front of.
So... full from dinner, a little buzzed from the wine, and feeling kind of spacey from the weed smoke, I DID STUDY... REALLY, I did.
Pass? Probably. Pass with anything higher than, like, a sixty-six? Probably not. Hell.
But at least I wasn't as fucked up as Louise, who spent a good half-hour talking to her lava lamp and then painting a picture of a boat, which she insisted was a portrait of me.
[*grin* No more wacky-weed for Louise!]
Okay, I'm typing at about a hundred and fifteen miles an hour -- or roughly seventy words a minute -- because I've got to go back to class in just a few minutes... Just wanted to update and let you all know that I was a good little scholar and I swear to gahd I studied...
Love,
~Helena*
PS -- FYI, to the mysterious and elusive DAVE who signed my guestbook, my email address is belong@angelfire.com; YOUR email-inbox appeared to be full the last time I tried to email you a hello, so now it's your turn to try...
PPS -- Damn, I don't think I have ever typed this fast in my entire life. Forgive any errors; I'm not looking at the screen; I'm looking at my empty cup of coffee and wondering where the time goes when it isn't here anymore.
PPPS -- Nothing -- NOTHING -- is a more effective test-taking skill than being able to get to the espresso machine before the test starts... Ah, sweet drug...
PPPPS -- Something to avoid before tests: turning on the radio and hearing a really obnoxious song that will run through your head. Such as, for example, "Self Esteem" by the Offspring. Damn, what a bad, bad, BAD thing to be humming during a final...
Shut the fuck up Helena, and go to your fucken class.
Movin' on up and movin' on out...