Blurbs.
I just got home from taking my Sociology mid-term. I don't know if I mentioned it, but I'm taking two classes at BC: History and Sociology. ... . So now you know. And I just took the midterm. Actually, I took it like 3 hours ago, but that's not the point. The point is that I think I totally raped it on a scale of sexual relations. Here's the chart with an equivalence to the scoring of AP tests:
1 - The test raped the tester.
2 - The test molested the taker.
3 - The test and taker had consensual sex.
4 - The test molested the test-taker.
5 - The test-taker raped the test.
And I'd just like to state for the record that this analogy is from the twisted mind of Steve Qin, and very much not mine. I'm not that skanky. Tomorrow is my History mid-term, and that's the one I'm not too sure about. I'm going to study. I promise. Just not now, because I have important business to attend to, like trying on different clothes or painting my nails. As you can see, I'm very very busy, and school just doesn't take priority over such things.
My cell phone still doesn't work. According to the Cingular people it should have been working by now, but no. No, it's not. I got my credit card back the other day, though. It was so that I could pay for clothes when I took Elizabeth shopping in Pearland, but we ended up just using cash for it all. My mother let me keep the card anyway. Whee! Also, I don't sleep anymore. I'm not sure why, but for some reason I just can't get comfortable in bed and I can never fall asleep. It's frustrating and I'm tired all the freaking time, but I can't figure out what's wrong.
OH. And somehow I managed to never mention the Brand New concert, which was easily my favorite concert ever. It was just so great. Ugh. Words cannot describe. I was just so mesmerized with it that I only took like 3 pictures, so here they are:

Yeah, it's not the most terrific of pictures, but it's really the best I got out of the 3.

Jesse Lacey: lead singer and lead guitar. He was so sad... :(

Yeah, literally 3 pictures. Not even very good ones. Even though we were the 8th, 9th, and 10th people in line, we weren't let in like we were supposed to. They cut the line in half and let the back half in before us because it was raining and they weren't sheltered, and told us that they'd keep them from going to the floor, but they didn't So... that's where we were. It was disappointing, but on the bright side it meant that we didn't get murdered. And now it's laundry time.