The apartment is immaculate.

Cleaning serves as a nice deterrent from studying. Plus the added bonus of having a clean house.

If this blog is any indication of how my essay habits are going to be, then i'm screwed. I just can't seem to find anything interesting to type on here. I am thinking that it might be deriviative of having few friends left in the city ; boring social life makes for boring entries.

School is pretty great this year. My professors are fun. My Psych professor is very adament about hating textbooks and insisting on his opinions as being the only ones worth exploring. Feminisms and Literature is good. My professor hates man-haters and racism. Elizabethan and Jacobean drama is an extension of my Shakespeare class. And finally, Religion, Gender and Sexualities is a great excuse to read literature that enforces the idea that lesbians and heterosexual women can, in fact, be friends. Who would have thought? The text--"My Gender Workbook" articulately states gender as being like a "pretzel." Woah, good thing we got that one covered...

The Brentwood is setteling with the seasons. The baby-shake is less frequent and Nickleback hasn't had a financial argument in awhile. The residents of the curry apartment have gone as far to smile at me and P. Pisser is still a dependable loiterer(sp?). There is comfortable in the consistency of P. Pisser. I just hope that one day I'LL be lucky enough to look out of my window and see a penis, a dog, tinted windows, and vomit all in the range of my peripheral vision.

There has been talk of Monte's next Saturday. How reliable is this? I think we all deserve a study-break and some soothing University Music.

More than anything, I would love to persuit a career in dermatology.