Punch Drunk Love

I don't know what inspires my titles. I just thought of it right now, really. So today I watched Monty Python in Turner's class, though I did sleep a fair bit. Did nothing but talk about Dawson's Creek in third. You know, I bet not many people even look at my blog so I really don't care to keep it a secret that I'm watching the two-hour finale tonight. We did Calculus in Calculus (and you thought it was over). We did Spanish in Spanish. And we presented in English. I've been getting into our presentations in English. Haha, I don't know what it is. Its like I just pull all of this out of my ass or something. Yesterday, I kept up a Southern accent.

Duuuuuuude. That's a prolonged "u" sound for you. My cousin just IMed me. Haha. I'm so bored. I have to write a lesson plan for English tomorrow. Teaching my poem. Whatev. Damn Poetry 180. They seem not to have the good stuff. They only have the short poems. Which are the bad ones. Dude.

Right Now:
I am listening to Off By One's cover of "Torn."
I am finished with my Spanish tarea.
I am hecka sleepy, but I'm supposed to wake my sister up.
My little cousin is watching The Lion King in my room.

Remember how I keep complaining about this week? Nevermind it. This week is a piece of cake. A fat, sweet piece of cake. Kind of. You know what? Everytime I click out of the big windows and take a gander at my desktop I can't help but giggle when I see Vince. Friggin goodness, I wish he would jump out of the desktop. But alas, no, he does not.

Now I will go and label my new burnt CD of songs by Rufio, Rooney, Benton Falls, and one by the Alkaline Trio. Adios amigos.