Honestly, I have almost nothing to write about, aside from the war of wills between Fenway and I for the coveted left-hand-side couch seat. I don't understand... I like the seat because I can keep my laptop plugged in and it's next to the light so I can see the keyboard. What the hell does he need the laptop and light for? So now he's staring at me from the middle seat... you martyr, you!
I spent the day studying for exam #1 (Building Systems for me), and apparently I have no clue about acoustics and electricity. Otherwise, I'm not totally retarded. But I have a good long time to study and plan to keep up a regular pace, so I should be a-ok by exam time.
Now, how to avoid the Golden Globes? How is this entertainment?
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