Yvi

Birthday festivities versus textbook analysis. SOMETHING MUST GIVE. Now that I'm older and wiser and infinitely more mature, this should be a piece of cake! No, wait, I just want cake.

WHY MUST I HAVE THIS ONE LAST CLASS BEFORE THE SEMESTER IS OVER? WHY?

Okay. Working. Run to the post office, maybe treat myself to a half-price frappuccino, good behavior permitting, then back home to kick some ass on this analysis. Then festivities. Come on, Yvi! Get with it!



Mulan, I am not listening to you. If you can get down to business and defeat the Huns, I can get down to business and defeat this last assignment.

(Also, I feel like whenever I have a birthday my face decides to break out and show me that I'm permanently stuck in adolescence no matter how old I am. Thank you for that, biology. Um, and I'm sorry this post sucks. I'm having a ~moment.)