I seriously want to marry this guy. I was hysterical reading his responses to the emails he got (scroll to bottom), and it only made it better that I was reading in an English accent. Well, you know, my extremely craptastic version of an English accent which sounds like Mary Poppins, only on crack and with no teeth and a terrible, terrible headache.
In other news, why won't my parents (who I love very much) get a cell phone? WHY? The answer is, to torture me. They have no idea when they'll be here on Thursday, no idea where they're going, and no way to contact me in either regard. They are definitely going to get stuck in rush hour, which means that, since our sucktacular (I already used craptastic and I'm trying to quit cursing so much on here) "graduation party" which consists of "being held prisoner on a boat with overpriced booze and people who wouldn't talk to me lo these last three years" starts at 8, I am likely going to miss seeing them when the finally get into town, after they drove all day to see me.
I'm totally going to hell.
In other, other news, the Law of Oceans and Coasts is no more in my brain now than it was several hours ago. The book has brand new shiny shiny orange tabs (OK, not shiny, but rather a moderate sheen I think...could be the chips I had for dinner though), and isn't that almost the same as learning the material? The problem is I have NO FREAKING IDEA where he's going to go with the exam, but if experience proves me right, it will be nothing we ever really did in class or read in the text, so studying is probably worthless anyway. I'm going to watch "The Deadliest Catch" though, and doesn't that count for something?
Next time I talk to you I'll be done with law school. WOOHOO!
