rien ne pèse tant
que un secret.

Just as I was expecting, there's a huge bruise on the inside of my elbow where they sucked my blood out. I thought that wasn't supposed to happen.

Also, the Scott Pilgrim vs. the World soundtrack is an awesome piece of music. 

I've a ten minute presentation for Elizabethan and Jacobean Drama on the historical background of The Spanish Tragedy. I am so tired of school its not even funny. I think I also have a French exam in the class before. Ugh. Sick. I should probably get on that.

Um. My stepfather's son is visiting for a week. He's been here for a two days and I've not exchanged more than four words a day with the guy. He's not bad but he makes me miss my own brother. Anyway, its his sister that I have beef with not him. We don't have the best history as last time I saw her she tried to slap me across the face... but that's another story.

My uncle's other son is also coming up for a visit. That is something I am not looking forward to. To put it gently, views have changes, plates have shifted and harmony between my uncle and my mom is static and brittle. I don't know what's up with that. Well, I do and it bugs me but I know my mom will put up a front if she has to kick ass.

The English department at my oh-so-wonderful school decided to create a mandatory 'orientation' type deal for all English majors that need a tour around the department! There will be prizes and pizza! Like I need a tour, dammit, I've taken enough 300 level classes to flatten most people,  but I'm going just cause there's free food and by the time that comes around I think I really wont care if its pizza or not. It's at 5:40pm today, same time as my French Novel in English Translation class. That's what its called... which gives a pretty good idea of how imaginative the people that pick the class names are.

I wrote a bit more - I have to send the pages to Jennifer in a bit.