Things are ready:
I've got my flavored water (tricked you, tummy!)
Tampons (fuuucck)
stupid fucking drawing shitful homework supplies
the camera (you will see the fruits of its labor soon enough)
the textbooks I have yet to open
clothing
and, the ever-essential: de-o for the b.o.
Time to eat some oatmeal, take some advil and go to statistics (which is notably more bearable than that of high school. I don't really wonder why, considering the 5-year-old who teaches the subject in that math-deprived friends school).
Something to leave you wanting mo':
gimme that shit!
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