The following words are prohibited from being said in my presence ever again: final, exam, test, study, organic chemistry, and carbon If you say any or all of the above words, I will have to have my squadron of evil monkeys attack you. 9.35 p Yes, that's right. I'm finished with finals. Finally! Now it's pack up day. I have a little while until my mom comes (like 10 hours) so I'm sure I won't be rushed. I'm going to miss everyone though. Anna is moving to the complete other side of the world (Louisiana). Who will I get pop with if not TP? I won't have to speak so slowly if Karen's not around to get confused. Who will be a gansta with me if not Megan (see later story)? Next week will be a quiet Gilmore Girls and One Tree Hill night if Heathyr isn't around to freak out about everything. Ah, sad. Yesterday, to avoid studying for our tests this morning, Megan asked me to cut two pairs of her sweat pants into capri pants. After I did one of the legs on one pair, I put the pant snippet on my head and was a gansta. Megan put the other pant leg on her head. Then we took the two peices of the next pair and I put it on my arm and Megs put it on her leg. We were true playas from day one, foo. Mike P. Weasel? Michael G. Pig? Mikey O. Frog? What's that guy's name? :p Well, that's all from here in Ames, time to pack up and leave to return to the O-Town, O-Town (insert horn honking and yelling here). I can't wait. Shafina's excited because she says I'm her only friend that will hang out with her at the bookstore and consider it a fun Saturday night. But what isn't fun with Robin? Nothing, that's what. I am the life of the party (or so they tell me). It feels good to be a gansta. you know you love me ;)