zomg.

zomgzomgzomg...

what a (past 2) day(s)!! 

i totally procrastinated on this final history paper i turned it (this morning), and i was feeling horrible because i felt like the whole world was gonna crash down on me because i was experiencing PMS... and today, in french class, i forgot that i had a 2nd french exam and walked in... completely oblivious until my french teacher handed me a copy of the exam. i was like zomggggg... 

but it's finally the end of the day and tomorrow is the great DAY OF ACTION, all my UC goers and supporters of this action against UC tuition hikes and UC budget cuts... wear RED, it's the color of solidarity! i wanna do the march from campus to Downtown Riverside... i am unsure still... but by the time my dance class is over, i might head over to the BellTower and join the march. 

ugh, my dance final is going to be a pain in the ass... just because we have to be creative. yes, i am whining, but... gimme a break... i'm thinking of creating a dance composed by this: poems by shel silverstein, who in my opinion is a great poet. i remember this one poem we had to do in idk the 5th grade called the Boa Constrictor and it always stuck in my mind when i thought about shel silverstein. he's definitely one of my childhood favorites.

Boa Constrictor

Oh, I'm being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don't like it--one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It's nibblin' my toe.
Oh, gee,
It's up to my knee.
Oh my,
It's up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It's up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .

And the Great Louis Prima