English translation: OJ apparently makes me throw up when my tummy hurts. Yaaaaaaaaay. It burns.
This is why I don't drink alcohol. I can't handle friggin' orange juice. I am a pansy.
I have a paper to write and it is STILL not written, however it has resulted in some ideas for Seeing Purple People, but I am too shaky to think about drawing anything.
Paper needs to be 10-15 pages, but has a 5-page outline I've had done for a week, so really, it shouldn't be as daunting a task as I am making it. It's all in my head. It's also due in 4.5 hours. WHEEEE.
I also have a biology test tomrorrow. Now, in the event that God smiles upon me and/or I sell my soul and make As on both this test and the final, I might pull off decent Bio grades.
In Reality, however, I might as well just make designs on my scantron because I am royally fucked up the arse without sufficient lube. :D <--- THIS SMILEY IS SARCASM. YAY SARCASM.
I shouldn't be allowed near computers at this hour. I really shouldn't.
Also, I think Kevin-from-Spanish is dead. Or not answering my IMs. Same thing. I think.
I just realized I haven't checked my email in weeks. Meep.