Dakota

Wednesday... Wow! What an exciting day this was... And because it's the internet and emotions are hard to sense by type-written words, I am being most sarcastic.
I have two exams. My last two. Christian Lifestyles and English... Agh, both were annoying. Christian Lifestyles less because it's not that complicated and I think I have a fairly good grip on exactly what will never apply to me. Well, I say that now; wait til I get the grades.
As for English... Long and long and long. I'm proud of my essay, though. I think I may be the first person ever to compare Robert Frost's poem "The Road Not Traveled" to the contemplation of what sandwich bread to eat. It was good, though. I do unconventional essays as a rule (sometimes just to see if teachers read them; but I always back up what may be considered an outrageous argument) and this was no exception. I liked it; I'll never see it again, but I liked it.
Then I got home 'round noon and played around on the computer. I want to start my newsletter again and was trying some new formats, and they end up not consistent so I can't use it. This annoys me, but I'll just have deal and find a new method. Grr.
I fell asleep after I got pizza. In front of the tv, no less, and on the floor. I am so high class. The pizza was disgusting! My Holy Pizzeria of All Time must be under new management or something or hopefully it was an off-day... The cheese was like melted microfilm and the crust was thin and unimaginative. Unimaginative! In layman's terms, no bubbles! Bastards! Sorry, yeah, I have high pizza standards and this was awful!
Then I took a lil nap. Naturally, I'll be awake all night now.
I didn't mention it before simply out of forgetting or lack of updating, but I didn't get into Stockton or Hartford. I got "We are unable..." notices in the mail this pat week. Stockton's the only one I'm upset about. Montclair better pay off. While Wednesday and Willow may want me in Rutgers, it is last case scenario. We'll see if I even get into that.
Sorta lonely tonight.
Well, lonelier.
I need to write something. I haven't been doing that. Well, that's not true. I wrote a reeeeally bad song yesterday for Slow Morphia (the fake band I have with my friends; however I am seriously contemplating bringing up possibilities to change the name to Flow Morphia instead). Called "Razor in my pocket". Not nearly as bouncy as "If only" and not as brilliant as "It's like parsley in here". Not that any of this means anything to anyone who's not read those.
I'm babbling. I'll go now. :)