My Peanut Butter ‘n’ Jelly ‘n’ Nutella sandwich looks like a crime scene

[nirix5]

And Quinn, darling that he is, just offered to be my second when I commit ritual suicide in the bathroom. Or if he didn’t feel like cutting my head off, he offered to break a mirror and stick the shards in my forehead so I could look like a weird goth chick.

Sweet, n’est pas?

Anyway, back to my sandwich. I made it at about five to six. There’s enough peanut butter on that sucker to gag a yak. It’s an inch thick… mmmm. I can’t wait to eat it. It looks like a crime scene because the jelly seeping through the diagonal cut looks like blood. Actually, I think it looks like the blood on top of the sheet from the autopsy cut after they sew the body back up.

I haven’t finished my English homework yet, and I don’t particularly care, since I’ve got an hour and a half to goof off, and I really just have to re-copy it onto a nice sheet of paper.

Incidentally, I am the Queen of Biology. I got a hundred on the lab quiz, with an off-the-cuff answer that can be briefly summed up in the word “baboons.” In fact, that was my answer. Am brilliant. Go me.

[Total subject change]

I'm considering making a Grisson-with-a-gun icon that says "Cite your source, motherfucker." Just, well, because.

I really, really need my home computer back. I go through all these creative spurts at night, and somehow none of it translates over into the daytime, when I have nice, pretty computer access. I think it has something to do with obnoxious flourescent lighting. It just drains the thoughts right out of your head. Curse you, Evil Lighting Gods with your Flouresecence of Doom!