2 Weeks of Fucking School (Minus One Day)

Except for next Friday, until Spring Break I virtually have a 93:7 ratio of school work & miscellaneous, respectively--the misc includes chores, eating out & other forgetful errands.  So pretty much after my, umm, birthday weekend, 4 , no 5 (I have to include the Lab version) tests  will devour my brains off.  Sigh, welcome to the good life.  That's what it takes to be a pre-P.A. student.

Speaking of P.A., yes, I concretely chose this career path, thanks to Francisco's helpful, clear & organized planning to get where I need to be.  It felt reassuring that my long-term agenda happened to turn out smoothly, relieved that I'm done w/ most of the classes required for P.A. schools.  Now take care of the other requisites within a year or year and a half &, hopefully, my goal is reached.  Damn the 93:7 ritual...

Shit, that also reminds me, I need to quickly check the Disneyland ticket price (for Reggie) tomorrow morning, if I can freakin' remember..

Damn, this entry seemed montonous.  Ehh, I'm too lethargic to write that creatively.