California

Tuesday March 7:
"I'm afraid my disastrous test paid off with a lovely grade of D. And not the 68% kind of D, no, it was the 60% kind of D. The kind that if it were one percent lower it would be an F. I really don't know what to think of this. I don't think I've ever even gotten a B on a test...so this was a nice awakening to the joys of failure. In fact, the class average was an F. An F. The average."

Sunday April 9:
"My stats test was so easy a kindergartner could do it. I got a 90/90, bitch."

I went to California this weekend which was awesome. Volleyball on the beach, laying out, chilling with people I haven't seen in forever. It was like a greatness reunion. As in, we are all greatness and we came together at Newport Beach to celebrate it. I also got to have In-and-Out and TK Burgers everyday, oh and ice cream everyday, which was almost like heaven. Christine ate a half gallon of Starbucks ice cream for lunch on Saturday. She is awesome.