I fucking agree! Damn it, I'm so freakin' tired. I hate PE classes, I hate exercising...I especially hate sweating, even though were having the classes in the rooms. Still having the ECW and the Bubble Gang hangover, I sleepily went on to PE. Supposedly my partner was RJ for that whole period, but several absences from certain idiots changed the plan. I was actually glad that my weight is proportional to my height. Not that I'm fat or anything. My bone structure's just big and I'm already at my skinniest. I'm just comfortable with not knowing. After that I'm stuck in my own group measuring the asses out of each other, then doing the push-ups, curl-ups, the usual fiasco. Probably tomorrow I'll have the biggest muscle aching problem in my recorded history of living. Ugh. NSTP class was a bore, so I joined Aaron, Andrew, Kathy, Ariane, and John and went off-campus to lunch at Lots A Pizza. After classes was their dance practice for the 25th's Orientation Party, but I just wanted to go home. Ahem. Gawd, I'm still feeling the effects of that too much hot sauce behind my upper lip. Ow.