Superstar!

It's been another fabulous school week of getting back tests that I took last week, and a) did not study enough for, and b.) figured I failed miserably. And another week of just eeking by with B's in both! While some people might call that mediocre, I say B's get degrees, bitches!

Which leads me to my next point (or, my first point, depending on how you look at it): Aren't I a SUPERSTAR?! B's? OMG! Genious. I'm not sure how I manage to do it, and I keep trying to think about how I do, and I think my feelings would be best expressed by a monologue from the classic and very educational Anchorman:


I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany.

And sometimes, when I get nervous, I put my fingers under my arms and then smell them, like this...



And after I finish a test, I like to fall backwards and crush a table, and expose my white granny panties.