self-destruct mode

So, for whatever inappropriate reason, I decided to go out last night. I have a huge test in a couple of hours that I should have studied for but I opted for "Purple Alaskan Thunder Fucks" (I think that's right) and a lil' PBR instead. While I am neither Asian nor dressed like a bee, I look like this little guy about right now. In fact, I had a very similar picture taken. There were grapes anyway. Right? And to top it off, I had someone trying to pimp me out, just like our little bee friend. Non es frio. Not cool.

Back to the test. It's on the English Canon, ie. dead white men. I figure if all else fails, the answer is Shakespeare or maybe Sidney if we're doing poetry. Or maybe Chaucer. Or Spenser. Or Petrarch. Or... Or... Ok, so the English Canon is insanely large and my concentration is South African Literature. I'm going to bet cash money that NO south african questions appear. And they call that fair. *sigh* (Now watch my little 2 hour test be littered with South African questions and I get them ALL wrong. That totally would rain on my "oh, I'm a south african lit. genius person" parade.)

I'm doing dinner with my girls tonight. Lark is cooking what, at least in words, appears to be a fabulous meal. There will be wine, which tommi will not touch. wine = angry/sleepy girl. There will, quite likely, be a wee bit of "guys are jerks" talk. Only a wee. After all, we all have our stories. Oh, and Tilan will be there. Since Boo is a girl (I think... How do you tell if a ferret is a boy or girl? Is it noticeable? Should I have already noticed? Or perhaps, if male, Boo simply is hung like a fruit bat? I knew a guy like that once. Sad.) anywho, as I was saying, since Boo is most likely female, Tilan will be the only male present. But we love him so we'll call it a girls night and pretend not to notice that he's not.

In other news, I still have mono and Scout still has gas.