So I got one of those cell phone dealies. You know how to get in touch with me if you want the number, I probably want yours (that doesn't mean you anonymous internet creep)!

Anyway, life is still shitty, whine mumble bitch and moan, etc., but at least I'm comfortable getting actual bad grades at this point. No more complaints about B's from me, I'm gonna see the real thing.

But graduating is the only goal in my head. GPAs don't mean anything.

I'm having fun with the cell phone at least.