The horrible stomach ache I woke up with that had me wondering if I was coming down with the Flu turned out to just be really bad cramps. After staying up all night tryinhg to complete my Survey of Modern Europe midterm (Stupid midterms!!! You're not supposed to drag on for three weeks! Soon enough ti will be time for finals and we'll STILL BE TAKING MIDTERMS!), I totally crashed in a haze of Aleve, which I am planning to do again once Allison gets picked up this afternoon because Queer Theory was CANCELLED (hell yeah!). Also, my Medieval Literature midterm is Wednesday and I'm freaking the FUCK out about it because that's a damn lot of medieval texts in old English that we're goign to have to recognise on cue and be able to identify. I mean, I'm reallllly freaking out about it. So tonight I have my summentary for Survey of Modern Europe plus I need to get my ass moving on re-reading all these Medieval texts. Blarg, also I need to e-mail my Constitutional Government professor to see if I passed his stupid ass class so I can graduate from college.

I'm getting antsy about my study abroad crap. I turned in my application late last week (Thursday or Friday, I can't remember), but they haven't sent it off because only one of my three reccomendations were in. Which is NOT good because I'm assuming the programme office has to recieve the application by November 1st, not the Truman study abroad office. So I sent the Truman office and e-mail askign how worried I should be about this getting in on time, and also e-mails to my professors about the reccomendations themselves. One wrote me back right away saying she would drop it off this afternoon, but my Queer Theory professor has dissapeared off the face of the planet. Blarg, I really hope this works out... I will continue to check my e-mail like a fiend until I hear back from someone.

And now I might go against Allison's suggestion to wait until the picking-her-up stuff has blown over to go lie down, even instead of a possible fun excersion to Wal*Mart with Ash, because cramps... not so much fun. And sleep really is fun. I do, however, need some more Soup at Hands, I go through that stuff like... erm... insert metaphor here, probably something to do with hot guys or Rufus or slash. Wow. Brain is BROKEN hard-core. This calls for snuggling deep under my covers.

also, I can't get this damn song out of my head.
http://www.collegehumor.com/movies/46954/