I don't care to study for my yoga final right now. Yuck. Two finals down, three more to go. I can't say that I'm all that excited about summer because, really? Three and a half months in Slake? A summer of physics, pretension, repression, and nannying without Chicken Oil, Langford, Scot, or A&M friends? EWW! I'm not even done with this semester yet and I am already looking forward to the fall. And allow me to reiterate - I am SO GLAD that I'll be returning as an ENDS major and not some goofy, bored, pre-law POLS major.

Scot dared me to eat one of my Peeps yesterday and I was all "Dude, no problem! When I was younger I ate Peeps all the time! Peeps aren't that bad!" until I stuck one in my mouth and promptly started gagging. Peeps are nasty! Avoid them.