Ahhhhh...I'm bored out of my head. I've got Physics reports to write...but...that's so boring.

Anyway, Megacon was awesome. FITcon was the EPITOME of awesome, especially since I at least broke even on printing costs. Oh, and the Ninja Rave was gushing with awesome left and right 'cause I brought in highlighters and let everyone draw tribal designs on themselves.

Sleeping Samurai were brilliant--props to them for turning it into a Ninja Rave to begin with.

Finals are near. *shudder* I'm begging on hands and face for a C in O-chem, and a B in physics. I wish to prostrate myself before the instructors in the hopes that they shall take pity on my abysmal predisposition towards torpescence. A's would be lovely, but I'm a realist, much to my inner optimist's chagrin. It irritates me that I have no more English classes. I'd go through and save my GPA with ease.

In other news, I've been away on a drawing/grade improving mission, but, being the world's wordst procrastinator, I've gotten almost nothing done, other than the drawing part, which isn't nearly as important as my future in the medical industry.

*sigh*

The Writers' Block is what causes this.

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is not my disease. I'm a sesquipedalian through and through.

Coprastasophobia, however, at least in the case of the ideas in my head, IS my disease. A pity they don't make Ex-Lax for the brain.

"Half of what he said meant something else, and the other half didn't mean anything at all."//"Stark raving sane."--Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, by Tom Stoppard