I somehow traded watching some fighting movie with Christian Bale, for a night of chick flicks and brownies for the sake of ‘sisterhood’.

It was ‘pleasant’, though. Nice and comfortable, eating brownies in the studio, lounging on the couch wrapped up in blankets, and drinking some milk. It was nice, I suppose. A very mellow night, and a pleasant start to the week.

Especially after a rough day at school. Definitely would love to come home to a guy like Jeff for a nice hot bath and a backrub, but brownies and milk are just as good.

The test… was… interesting. The whole day I was completely and utterly indifferent. I mean, I woke up late to a series of phone calls and text-messages from very lovely people, family included to wish me a good day, and rushed out to school, hairbrush on one hand, half a zipped boot, and trying to keep all the papers from falling from my messenger bag.

The test was ridiculous. Nothing of what I studied was in it. It was all crap that wasn’t even in the power point presentations. It was all random trivia he said in class. Like the thing about why junk food tastes good. What the hell was that?

Still, I winged it, having planned to just not show, but at least it won’t be a zero.

Either way, I now know how this teacher works, so I can do better.

I’m still surprised at the level of indifference. I’ve been tracking down my moods, and they’ve been cycling in a relatively stable manner. Not to the point of predictability, but to a point of decent stability.

I have a test on Wednesday, so as the Fates would have it, a classmate invited me to his study group, thank goodness. A lot of silliness will ensue, but it’ll be entertaining, and I’ll feel better about Neuropsych.

There was a shooting near the house. A couple blocks away, no kidding. I get off the bus there to walk home. It was insane.

We’re officially not allowed to go out anymore, so… I’m a sad panda.

But I’m a happy panda, because Kenz was my Valentine.

I’m so amused by my friends. I love getting their 10 page e-mails, half updating me on how they’re doing, half on what their characters are up to. It’s kind of sad what relevance they all have.

Happy Valentine’s Day!