they call craig david a pop queen

i have a feeling i'm getting a B for my marketing exam. as in you Bombed this one, farah.

while raising my hand desperately waiting for the invigilator to come over and pick up my script book so i can leave early, i noticed:

• some people were as clueless as i was during the exam. welcome, brothers and sisters.
• three people on my right were left-handed and everyone on my left were (or is it was? i confuse) right-handed. ironic, no?
• all the invigilators were wearing beige. ugly beige jackets. except for the old male invigilator who was wearing ugly beige pants. and a beige striped shirt.

went to thread my eyebrows after and i'm ecstatic. i no longer have furry caterpillars crawling above my eyes.

going for dinner with big momma, pops and granddaddy. yayyyy...there's gonna be so much conversation there. gonna go find something semi-religious to wear now.

can't wait for the louder than love gig on the 11th. sevencollar t-shirt and they will kill us all!