babies + sarcasm.

we're learning all about babies in child psych. yesterday, we were put into groups and each group 'had' a baby - ours was a girl with down syndrome. we had to name the baby, and i suggested annette, jr. the group turned me down, but did accept hannah ryan.

school is school. i bombed a math test on wednesday night even though i'd been studying my ass off. on monday alone, i spent 3 1/2 hours on one assignment. the test made me cry in front of my instructor and i felt pretty lame. crying in front of your instructor is never cool. i just hate that the homework was supposed to prep me for the test, that the homework is worth so little of our grade, and that the test doesn't really represent all of the work i've been putting into the class.

fortunately, she drops our lowest test grade. just unfortunate that it had to be the first test including the easiest material.

soooooo. for those of you who don't already know, i met my soulmate-type-person. at least if felt that way. we met and laughed and blah blah blah when he went to kiss me at the end of the night, i let him and then ran away...

without contact information. i was walking around really angry for a few days, but i'm okay now. especially considering how two of my friends are getting married or having babies or both. yeah. i'm feeling pretty good about my jc-going, math test bombing, soulmate sabotaging, non-baby making life as of late.