*mrfle*

What is it about this spring, anyway? What's with all the changing teams (or contemplation thereof), hooking up, and everbody except straight guys hitting on me?

(That's mostly a rhetorical question, although I'm all ears if anyone actually wants to offer a reason for any/ all of the above.)

Brel is almost over. Finals are almost here. It's almost tomorrow, at which time I will have an Italian lit presentation that I'm totally not prepared for--thus, I must be going and the update on the show and last weekend and my wonderful parents will have to wait.

Curse you, internet. Why are you ever so much more interesting than my finals projects?