During the past few weeks, I've had 3 things (test, 2 papers) that I put almost no effort into, yet still got awesome grades (95.7%, 100%, 100%). It's ...weird. I'm doing really well this semester, despite not putting in any extra effort. I'm not complaining. I just wish someone would explain why I'm getting really good grades when I deserve mediocre (or worse). Yay for me, though. Maybe I've just honed my skills to the point where I can just crap out a really good paper without thinking about it. Wouldn't that be awesome?

The dorms had a "Black History Month" commemorative dinner tonight. They served collard greens, cornbread, mac & cheese, and grape Kool-Aid. I ate a salad. Andy called me a racist because I didn't eat the black people food.

I have a 5-page poli sci paper due today at 11 am. So when did I think would be the best time to find out about this paper? 9:50 pm the night before. I didn't even know it existed as a concept until then. So I stayed up til 1:45 crapping something out and hoping that I'll get a non-failing grade. Hooray.

me: Question...if you had a kid right now, what would you name it?
Talia: Jesus I-Don't-Know
me: Good answer. I would name mine...KETURA BIXBY.
Talia: [laughs] My ass hurts.

Dream:
Steve and I ran in a race together. I was keeping up with him througout most of it, which made me happy. He had thick legs that were muscular but weren't defined. And he was wearing white socks (a cardinal sin to him). Anyway, we overheard while we were running that the first 45 runners got medals, so we started going faster. And then for the last 400m he took off and I tried to go with him but I couldn't keep up. And I came in 52nd, and he had gotten a medal (like 37th) and I didn't. So my eyes started to water a little bit, and he asked what was wrong. I didn't want him to think that I was being dumb, so I lied that someone had been mean to me. We went out afterwards and ate a big chocolate chip cookie.

So there's nothing like being in class, realizing your bra has come unhooked, and knowing that you can't do a damn thing about it for another 35 minutes.