Shake it.

Did I ever mention that my mom bought me a leather jacket for Christmas? Well she did. Its pretty rad. I feel rebellious kinda now. All I need are boots that say, "I'll kick your ass" on them and I'm on my way.

Well, past four days I have been working with five other people for our Art History presentation and we got an "A" though I don't think it went so smoothly. But we worked hard and I think the "A" was pretty damn generous. We made this cool movie thing. It was awesome. Stiff audience it was. Geez. You'd think they'd at least pity-laugh at you. Nope, no pity laugh. But man, I'm beat. I spent nights worrying about this because my last presentation didn't go so smoothly either. But it wasn't our fault completely that time. This time was pretty all right. Most of it was improv though. Man. I'm tired.

I'm going to go to sleep.

Man, leather is awesome, but after you take it off, you smell of it. And it ain't a flattering smell. Like cow perfume.