I've been such a beastly c*nt (making awful curses viewable for workplaces across this dandy land) this weekend. And I hate that word. Kinda. I've started to actually like it some since Dena types it semi-often. For example,
Dena: "So-and-so is a stunned c*nt."
Me: "Yeah she is."
Anyway, my hormones are pounding so hard my ovaries may explode...and not in a good way. Yesterday I pretty much holed up for the majority of the day and didn't do homework. It seems like I did something outside the house in the morning. I wore a baseball cap and looked like a corpse.
It escapes me. I have no idea.
It's been a while since my mother and I have had quality time (thank you graduate school), so today we trekked to the Dallas Zoo, frolicked with the meercats and tickled the snakes and it was fabulous. I took a grand total of (approximately) 120 pictures, the best of which will be posted here when I install Paint Shop Pro or Adobe Photoshop on the new laptop (stroke, stroke).
It was a wonderful day. I felt 9 again. I should've been a zoologist.
I'm going to bed.
Birthday presents received as of now: 2 (New Balance slides and a new portable CD player)
On TV: I Love Lucy
Listening: Billy Currington
Reading: Skellig (almost done)
In my head: Cornmeal mush.