I had a dream that I used all of your contact lense solution. I cut my hair and you made a meal.

Remember that time I said that I was being unproductive?

Well, I just finished a brain-busting, seven-hour study session for my History Since exam tomorrow. Just sayin'.

Nevermind that I've attended that class once in the past month. My buddy Ollen (whose attendance record is equally poor) and I got the notes from a wonderful woman whose study materials were so extensive that I believe she may have missed her calling as a court reporter; we then combed through them, re-writing every word, from 3:00 to 10:00.

We were steadfast. We were determined. We were Bruce Lee in Game of Death. We stopped only for bad Mexican food.

Hopefully I haven't grown so accustomed to sleeping through that class that I miss the test. I'm a firm believer in the theory of Post-It Note Motivation: "If you miss class again, you'll hate yourself;" "Don't smoke;" "Eat breakfast;" "The world does not start and stop at your convenience, you miserable piece of shit," and so on.

Tomorrow's will read, "Go to class. Buy scantron. Take test. Get off intellectual high horse because, seriously, it's kind of sad that you haven't gone to class in a month. Spend rest of day toiling in library, writing paper on Camus until you feel like the only plausible conclusion to your day would be painting the walls of your messy-ass room with your brains."

- Jezy