It's felt like Friday all week for some reason so now that it's arrived, there's not much of a thrill behind it. I made an 87 on my History test and that pisses me off. I'm sure I should be grateful, and I'm sure I sound like a whiny snot, but failing a test is not half as frustrating as being three damn points away from an A. I'm hovering on that A/B line in all of my classes, so you're talking about a couple points in each class that could make my semestral GPA anywhere from 3.0 to 4.0. .....Look at me sitting in my pajamas at 3AM on Saturday morning talking about school shit. I'm such a dork. History aside, we went to the Georgia Museum of Art (it's on UGA campus) during Drawing II to see the MFA Show, and it was damn cool. I stayed a half-hour after everyone else to wander around by myself, seeing the other art and listening to the sounds of my shoes on the polished floors of the huge gallery rooms. Talk about serene. Matt and I hit Taco Bell for dinner (Chaluuuupas) and went back to his place to eat. We spent two hours talking about our generation's assimilationist trends and other such lofty college-student rhetoric. He also told me about the date he had tonight and how a lot of different pieces of his life seemed to be falling into place... It just made me think about how out of whack my own life is.