T-minus 4 hours and counting...
May. 14th, 2003 09:55 am... I just want to state that I am harboring a deep dislike for Contracts. I didn't do very well last semester (though I passed the class), and I'm quite fearful that I'll do the same this semester. *prays for a C*
In other news, I just burned my tongue on my coffee. I got a Grande because I couldn't managed to fall asleep on the BART. The damn operator kept the speaker thing ON for damn near the whole ride, so there was all this white noise, static, and random BART personnel giving funky codes being transmitted all over the train.
Also, I think it's Fate, or maybe The Powers That Be are trying to tell me something, but the song playing while I was in Starbuck's was the Theme from Shaft. I also watched part of the movie "Shaft" yesterday on TV (Samuel L. Jackson! Whee!).
Therefore, if a large black man wearing leather jumps me and pistolwhips me, I will remember that when he asks: "What's my name, bitch?!"
I will answer with appropriate fear and terror: "JOHN SHAFT!"
In other news, I just burned my tongue on my coffee. I got a Grande because I couldn't managed to fall asleep on the BART. The damn operator kept the speaker thing ON for damn near the whole ride, so there was all this white noise, static, and random BART personnel giving funky codes being transmitted all over the train.
Also, I think it's Fate, or maybe The Powers That Be are trying to tell me something, but the song playing while I was in Starbuck's was the Theme from Shaft. I also watched part of the movie "Shaft" yesterday on TV (Samuel L. Jackson! Whee!).
Therefore, if a large black man wearing leather jumps me and pistolwhips me, I will remember that when he asks: "What's my name, bitch?!"
I will answer with appropriate fear and terror: "JOHN SHAFT!"