goodnight.

i'm about to take my last final.

at 12:30 today, this semester is going where it belongs, is going where it rightfully should have gone a very long time ago--the past.

good riddance.

yo ho ho, and a barrel of grog.

old and busted: studying for finals.

new hotness: learning how to talk like a pirate:

be there grog?

my finals are done.

my final today mentioned pirates.

i'm buying a pirate hat and going bowling tomorrow.

at some point in the future...rum potluck!!!

YARRRRRR!!!!!!

yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!!!

yes, since you ask, i am a scrooge.

i'm sitting in bread co. i'm trying to have a nice, relaxing afternoon after finishing my finals. there's a large group of small children that walked in and started singing holiday music.

there are two reasons why this is driving me nuts:

1. small children.
2. holiday music.

i really can't stand either of those two things. i'm here to have a nice, calm afternoon...the background noise from people chatting is okay. but throngs of screaming children trying to sing holiday music? i'll take the nails on a chalkboard, thank you.

is it january yet? because, i really, really can't stand the holiday season. it makes me crabby.

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maybe i'd like the holidays better if i could wake up the ten boobies, take home the eight penguins, and find a sudoku puzzle in my dostoevsky novel.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, faceless_wonder sent to me...

Twelve revis drumming

Eleven whammies piping

Ten boobies a-sleeping

Nine asshats reading

Eight penguins a-cuddling

Seven skunks a-writing

Six conepates a-bowling

Five ju-u-u-udge mathises

Four wesley willis

Three fuzzy llamas

Two puzzle pirates

...and a sudoku in a dostoevsky.

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