I am about to head off to my French final.  The third final of the day.  It's a crime to have so many in one sitting.
Curse you, grammer, curse you.  *Shakes fist in ire*
Government was easy.
English ate my face.  We had to analyse a short story.  Unfortunately, I could not distract myself from how much I hate said story.  The narrator was childish, with a mind that was so simple I wanted to kill her.  It was a horrendous story none should be forced to read.  Most people wrote four pages of analysis.  It was all I could to to churn out one.  Yes, my face has been consumed.  But I'm not worried anymore because, you know, what can I do about it?  Nothing, and I accept that.

So I sort-of-not-so-accidentally ate baker's chocolate.  You know, those hulking squares that people melt down for fondues and fudge and stuff?
Oy.  I'm going to die.  *Blah*  That was a very, very bad idea on my part.

We need to party.  What's everyone doing Monday??