it's always best to end abruptly

let's face it. someone should be studying, and it's not you.

there is this business of updating to attend to. but what am i going to say? who knows! i hate this time of year, did you know? i hate it more than i hate spring semester's exams, more than the bitter and grey cold of february, more than the burning hot sun of july, more than any of that. i hate august, when school and demands and stress have almost started but not quite, and i can still get away with doing nothing a little bit longer.

it makes it considerably hard to do anything productive at all, and that includes filling in words for this space. but i soldier on! because you're worth it. you are! oh, you stop. no you! awwww.

anyway, there's this assshit exam coming up (i dated this guy in high school who loved the word 'assshit' more than any other word because it's the only word in the english language with the three s's right in a row. s's? esses? remember the phoenetic spelling of letters in scrabble? because i certainly do, trust me) that i have to "sit" for called.....it doesn't matter. it has a codename though, the "MPRE," and for some reason i don't think i'm ready for its jelly. it's all "hey catherine, can you handle this?" and i'm like "sure!" and it's all "i don't think you can handle this!" and then busts out some crazy-ass question about attorney's fees and i'm fucked.

i was about to make a reference to a video game here, but then i decided that if i was going to update instead of study, i should really stay away from those.

has anyone seen being julia? for some reason, jess, i'm looking at you here. i think it's the on golden pond thing.