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I have a history topic; not the one I wanted (bloody scope of class not including Joan of Arc, *muttermutter*) but one nonetheless. St. Bathild, the Frankish Queen. Whatwhat.

Also I despise wet jeans beyond few other material things. I hate walking in them. It feels all damp and heavy and...eurgh.

I'm torn between loving the rain for the wetness and glory that rain is, and the other half of me which is going stir-crazy and lusting for summer earlier than I ever have before. Usually it's the middle of February at least before I start going mad. Oh well. Possibly college brings on symptoms early?

Must go find tea and muffins. Need sustenance for the upcoming analysis of Pagels. I hate finding other people's theses nearly as much as making my own. (Lord I am a lazy child!)

complaints! oy!

My stomach hurts. I do not like this. My head also hurts which only compounds the problem. Danica says she doesn't feel well either. If we both get sick we are doomed and this room will be awful.

My homework is no longer interesting and that makes me supremely unhappy. I have two tests tomorrow, neither of which I feel entirely ready for and both of which I don't care about anymore.

I also hate getting crushes on people I don't really know. It makes me feel stupid, no matter how attractive they are, and I hate feeling dumb. And no I'm not telling you who it is. Grr argh indeed.

Also I have been corrupted and I wrote a Remus-Sirius fanfic. Oy. I am hopeless.

That'll be all. I'm going to stop complaining and finish my reading and go to bed.

Lord. I am not only lazy today, but bitchy too. Hello world. *mutter mutter*

P.S. I am disgruntled. What is to be gruntled?