Some scribbles before I go to bed tonight:

• My highest grade of my four midterms: 81.5. Number of A’s: 3. Says a little something about grad school, doesn’t it?
• When it comes right down to it, there’s no poetry like teenage angst poetry.
• I’ve seen more of my computer than I care to think about this semester.
• I’m fighting a losing battle with my apartment on the cleaning front.
• About the haircut I got today: let’s just say there’s a reason why they call it “barber college”.
• If I hit the “Caps Lock” key one more time on a Sun workstation keyboard thinking that it’s “Control”, I just might scream.
• It may just be me, but I think that it’s a paradox when a prosecutor says that they wanted to prove that actors aren’t above the law as far as a crime is concerned and then says that they won’t seek jail time for said crime.
• If you’d have given me 11-2 at the beginning of the year, I’d have taken it in a heartbeat if you could promise me the two weren’t Auburn and Tennessee. Now I kinda wonder what might have been…
• The Count of Monte Cristo is a pretty good film. My friend Jeremy is now 2-for-2 on Guys’ Night movie picks.
• The weather should stay all year long like it’s been for the past three days.
• I realize that Veterans’ Day is about so much more than getting a day off, but right now I need the extra sleep and the time for my projects.
• I’m tired…so tired.