Cotton Candy Kong

I just left Econ for the last time. Well, not the last time. But the last time before the final. I had the option of not taking the final, because I would have a B without taking it. I've decided to take it and try for a grade higher than a B. If I get a 76 on the test, I will have a B+. I need a 109 to get an A.

I decided not to wear socks today, because I'm tired of wearing dirty socks, and I'm gonna ask around for some quarters so I can do laundry. I walked to class with just my shoes on my feet. My biggest fear was getting snow in my right shoe, because it has holes in it. I think I manged to keep that from happening. Or, at least, it just didn't happen. When I got to class, I noticed my shoes had rubbed holes in the backs of my heels. This usually doesn't happen until the third day of me not wearing socks, but since my shoes are falling apart, it happened a lot sooner. In class, I tore some sheets of paper and made some paper heel-socks. It lessened the pain only slightly, but prevented further rubbing on the way back to my room.

At the end of Econ, I approached Dr. Guell. I asked him to autograph my textbook, written by him, and he agreed to do it. I asked him to write "Fuck you, Blair," but what I got was "Do less weed."

The problem is, my idea was much funnier. Maybe he changed it because he thought I was up to something. I also don't do any weeds, so I don't know what was up with that.

I met up with my good friend, Julia, after class. We talked for a while. She told me funny stories and then had to leave, because her parents were waiting for her so they could take her shopping. I'm thinking about asking her out.

I think I'll write another post right about now.