life goes on...

well, i promised myself i wouldn't blame my bad grades for the poor state and eventual death of my grandma this semester, but what can i say? i loved my grandma. i had good grades before she got sick. then she died. now they are not good. seems to add up. oh well. maybe next time i'll pass. third time's a charm.

adios

mission accomplished. thirty blogs this semester. i think fifteen of which have come from the past two weeks. well blogs...it's been real...it's been fun...

hola alguien

mi cumpleanos es el veintiuno de febrero del mil novecientos ochenta y nueve. y tu?

lo comes

tu mama es un burro. tu papa es una calabaza. soy bonita, y tu tienes un casa grande. no es tan bonita que mi casa. tu mama tampoco.

12:35am

blog twenty-eight. i can see the finish line. it's beautiful...

...inator

just like these blogs. i think 30 is how many you gotta have to get full credit. and i'm on number twenty-seven.

procrast...

just finished my major research paper. go me. last second. as always. it's my style.

exciting news!

my brother's going to be living with me this summer!! i'm so psyched!

¡Tengo el mejor perrito del mundo!

holy crap i have the cutest doggie in the entire world.

<-----Se llama Reuben.

¡AY AY AY!

NINETY-SIX PERCENT ON MY SPANISH ORAL FINAL!

¡SOY MUY INTELIGENTE!

b-o-o h-o-o

what! i haven't registered for my fall classes yet!? i need to get on that. right after dr phil...ha jk

meh

holy cow. the semester's almost over. gotta finish my research paper. bye

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my grandma died friday. it was sad. blog number twenty. right here...sweet.

it's that time again...

time to register for fall classes again. this school thing seems never-ending sometimes. where's the light at the end of this tunnel? i'm beginning to get nervous...

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i'll be so glad when this english class is over. boo school. that is all.

die english

stupid research paper. i hate it. if i fail this class (again)...i'll die.

so close...

Why can't you just take her home? She's ready. Just take her.

random

my least favorite adjective for a person.

no one will remember what you do or say. they'll only remember how you make them feel.

wow

My least favorite class- psyl30. I don't get along with these girls. I don't like that they think they know EXACTLY what the professor is talking about. Maybe I'm projecting...yea, that's it.

sigh...

my grandma has cancer. it's stage four. the last stage. she has two to six months. that's all.