Burnt popcorn /=/ marijauna

I found this out the hard way last night when I was on duty.

Come on, though. How am I supposed to know what marijuana smells like? I called the hall director on duty and made him come all the way over to the other side of East campus to tell me that it was just burnt popcorn. Whoops. I did the right thing, so I don't feel bad about that. I wonder if I am going to have to amp up my gangsta so that next time I think it's marijuana, I'll know.

Gangsta T in the hizzle.


Don't eat hash browns at 1:30 in the morning, no matter how delicious they look/taste. You WILL feel it in the morning...

I am being such a bum. I need to read Hamlet for my Shakespeare class, but facebook seems so much more appealing right now. I think I am trying to make up for the times that I wasn't on facebook these past couple of weeks, but this is starting to get ridiculous. OK. I am going to shut up now. Shakespeare, here I come!

One last thing: What kind of mess is it that I only have one test in Shakespeare? What the heck, man? At least it will be the first essay test that I have had since I graduated from high school. I am looking forward to BS'ing my way to an A in that class.

If only it was that simple.

OK, I am done.

*Tamara pretends like she is getting off of the computer when instead she is about to peruse through TV Links to see what TV show she can watch today*