Breakfast...Breakfast...Breakfast "Ya'll broke some s*** heere. Ya'll."
Gotta love finals week.
Last night was midnight breakfast, which we went to around 10 and left around 11. That's an MSU tradition, one which Amber suggested we try and nominate for some kind of award. No clue what, but it was a good idea.
Tiff's watching Breakfast Club now. I'm drowning it out with my Shoutcast player. It's more of the 80's nostalgia that hangs over our generation, and while it's not a terrible movie, I've seen it too many times to enjoy it.
Tension's a little high, too. It's dawned on several of us that we have big finals tomorrow and everyone else is celebrating the ones they passed today. Doesn't make for a good combination. Tiff and I are going to breakfast in the morning before ours in the hope that we'll be awake enough by the time our finals roll around. I figure it'll just give me indigestion while I'm pondering over the Christian imagery in "Billy Budd" or something similar.
Anyway, I've been in front of notes and outlines on this computer all day. I'm getting off here.  ¶   0 comments