Well, today was my birthday, so I thought typing in here a bit would be apropos. I sort of kept forgetting it was my birthday all day; I think it's a sign of getting old that one's birthday does not phase one. I did my post office adventure today, which was exciting and frustrating all at once. After much mistaking in which I thought I might be more akin to Ryoga than I thought, I finally located the post office, which cheerily informed me that they only carried X type of box, that is, not the box I needed. So, I went on my merry way to the other post office, but on the way (IDK how I missed it before) there was next to the Junction the "Ebay Store" which purports to buy your crap from you and then sell it on Ebay, which I suppose would maximise the profit for the business and save the item owner trouble. So, he gave me a box, and since I acted all cluelessness and whimsy for him, he treated me like a heterosexual woman and wrapped up my package up for me and gave me tips on the business and was general genial for the low price of $.50. Sometimes it pays to act cutesy.

I got back to the dorm and saw, though I was really just planning on a glass of water + starting paper, a sign for a blood drive. Me being the good citizen that I am, I donated my arm for their poking. They missed my vein. They poked again. Now I have two symmetrical band-aids on each arm. I didn't feel faint straight away, but it made me out of breath going upstairs, which is abnormal for me, since I'm so used to going up lots of stairs. I then dilly-dallied, and talked to my mom, and took a 30 minute lie-down, then went to Shakespeare with utmost unwillingness. It was made somewhat worth it by the fact that a girl with an absolutely adorable figure sat in front of me. During break, when she stretched, OMG, she had such a cute tits&ass combo I was like asldjfsldjfsldjf. I had talked to her before, but I don't think I ever really noticed she was super cute. Unfortunately, she's not the most academic, since we talked about Renk's class and her grades are < stellar. And she called me a "genius." I suppose normally one should take this as a compliment, but to me, I just get awful echoes of Igor's prescient warning about how intelligence in too great a quantity can be a liability and my mom's bitter little imprecations to the effect that my book smarts has no use if I'm completely out of touch with RL. What's the use of knowledge that isn't even useful? *sigh*

Well, I'm back at dorm now, procrastinating on writing that stupid 5-7 page essay (for which I am not interested in any of the topics) for PostCollit. I can't quite force myself to let that dominate my mood, though. It's just too remote. To me, tomorrow = remote. I've also been checking the mailbox obsessively since I'm dying for a figure to arrive so I have something to gift myself with for getting through another week at this corn-hell. I'm so close to done. I just checked out a calendar. I have this Monday, 4/20, then next Monday 4/27, then like 5/4, which is the last week, and then my reward, OMGACEN8D.

Before then, though, I somehow have to figure out how to ameliorate my grades, not from lack of intellect, but from lack of attendance all semester. French is the worst. I missed a QUIZ once, I'm ashamed to admit, and that's like fifty points, plus my attendance all semester was atrocious. I'm almost just hoping I fail it, so I can retake it and pretend I never did something so irresponsible. For Shakespeare, I should get an A- and be fine, for Linguistics, I'm sure I'll do passably, since there's not attendance policy, then Post-Collit, we run into the attendance issue again, though I have not gotten any less than an A on individual assignments. Then for WOMS, well, I have no clue. My attendance is alright, but since it's all group work, my grades ended up just okay rather than terrific. The worst part of this is of course that I don't really care. I think of failing a French and my thought is only of twisting and explaining to my mom about how really it's not that bad and everyone does it, which they don't. It might mar my 3-year plan (better than a 5-year plan) to graduate, but then, it might not. If I took French again as an overload, it would be infinitely easier, etant donne that I have done it before and would be able to spend very little time at it. I'll be done here soon, anyway, regardless of how things turn out.

Okay, since I was a sillyhead and skipped dinner, I'm going to go eat things. Joyeuse anniversaire a moi!