it's aziza' 21st birthday today - congrats, roomie. i would say have a drink on me, but, um, that would insult your religion so the tiny gifts we put together will have to do. so, the test i failed.. okay, so it's a two-part comprehensive exam that we need to pass in order to be eligible for senior year classes, and as already established, i failed the first part (essay) because i freaked out. so i'm told that basically, it doesn't matter if i pass or fail the second part, next semester i will have to retake both parts anyhow. i strutted into the exam site for part 2 having not had even 30 seconds worth of studying because, hahahahaha, i can fail it as much as i want. sit down. take the test. discover it is painfully easy - if i had studied only half an hour i probably would have gotten a perfect score. write the literary essay that goes along with it. turn it in. am told that... people who pass this second part but failed the first essay will only have to retake the essay next semester. ARGH!!!!! how fucking stupid is that? so now i'm all 'oops' i suppose i should have studied. ah well. whatever. goes on and all that. friday night while on gene's campus waiting for a bus shuttle we got ambushed by 5 guys asking us if we were students at unc. too lazy to explain, we said yes. and that's when they whip out a camera... it turns out that they're from virginia doing a scavenger hunt, and that one of the goals was to take a picture with a female unc student. eep. too late to wiggle out. there now exists a picture of 5 strange college boys and me the fraud posing as a unc student. my my. ah humanity! i own a barbie doll. angela bought it for me after my eyes glazed over as we entered the barbie aisle at toys'r'us (or "moo-cow store" as garrett calls it). it's a $5 georgetown cheerleader barbie with bendable joints! oh be still my heart. finally a use for my bags filled with scraps of fabric and broken pretty bra's! i already created a prettier version of jennifer lopez green grammy dress for her. bwa ha ah hahaha. jennie, thy name is nerd. and this nerd is keeling over with joy that american psycho opens tomorrow night. homicidal maniac movie! wooo!!!! so excited. perhaps i should show up in costume, splattered with blood and releasing a blood curdling scream every few minutes as a tribute. ah, gore. okay, that last two words just sounded wrong. i will not be the new monica or anything. heh. let's see. they're keeping the boy in the country. they made a tape of the boy saying how he does not want to go back to cuba and how happy he is. hello?? if iraq did the same with an american boy, would this not fit the blue print of a kidnapping at this point? "yes i am six and my mother died of course i do not wish to ever see my father again - HE'S A COMMIE!!" and i was just recruited to write a story for the paper again. argh. don't they ever learn? I HATE INTERVIEWING PEOPLE! buh. oh. it's happening again. i just added a jennie chat where i can be found when.. i log on. i love putting on a mock persona. if this continues, there might be jennie post cards and ghod knows what else. pray for me. or at least have some cannoli in my honor. current insanity: inventing band names. my current favorites are The Defenestrators and Kate Moss and the Cucumbers. more to come. okay. i have a birthday to attend. be well, what's that smell! hehe, bye