Donezo.

Today in my teenage angst, I wrote my last final of the semester. It was one of those where the prof outlines exactly what she expects so your grade rests on your preparation. I had prepared pretty darn well so it was a slam dunk. All yesterday I was referring to the exam as a slam dunk. Is that dated reference? Do they even call it a slam dunk anymore? It's like how they used to call it spiking in volleyball but now its just hitting.

Anyway. Now it's onto relaxation, reading off my juvenile fiction list and a lot of laying. I simply love laying.

Happy Christmas everyone. The war is over. Well mine is. I don't know about yours. I hope yours is too.

Also. I lost a follower. It was my first. It still stings.