so i have 7 finals. wtf mate? midterms & finals are the only times in which having 18 credits bites my ass. gah. i have yet to decide if i really do have an overwhelming amount of work to do, or if this is completely manageable. i have something to take on every day of the week & more. oof.

friday brought some pre-birthday birthday fun, which was lovely. kat & jameson constructed a dc survival kit for me, including dinosaur mac & cheese, eye drops, and more. karl gave me a book called 'funny letters from famous ppl.' it was a jolly good time. and ANNOUNCEMENT: thursday at midnight we are going outtttt as i will officially being legaaaaaal. if you will not be here for my actual bday on friday, you should join us. who us is yet, i'm not entirely sure, but it will undoubtably be lovely.

alright, back to examining the culture the bratz dolls create for tweens.
those damn Bratz turns them into HOESSSS. first the dolls, then the clunky plastic platforms, then the fake cellphone and they want a real one,then they want to fuck on the hood of the Bratz convertable -kala

best of luck with finals all.