Well I dropped Personal Essay. No more turtle man. Damn. So now I'm in Culture and Media which, from my understanding, we analyze tv and such. Hopefully it doesnt bite me on the ass and I have to go crawling back to Personal Essay and everyone is all looking at me with squinty mean eyes and they call me Jane and I tell them that's not my name but they call me that anyway. Cuz that would suck.

The Outcast song "Hey Ya" has the constant ability to make me shake it like a polaroid picture.

I'm working right now in the office doing RA stuff for duty. I have my own personal project in here. I fart on the main office persons chair and leave a sign up that just has the number on it so she'll be all like, "what?" And every so often it will go up as I fart more in it. Right now it's at 8 but a few minutes ago it became 9. By the end of the year on the back of the paper I will write that "this is how many times I farted on your chair." And not sign it. So she will feel gross.

I'm so sweet.