tonight be the end. the last day. tomorrow is hell. and so i die. hahaha i'm seriously gonna smack anyone who gives me shit about my boots tomorrow....i mean really, i've worn worse, Sam has worn worse, hell she herself is worse. haha sorry sam...but you know it be true. but yeah anyone who gives me shit tomorrow will have a darling imprint of an ankh, a shroom, and a rose on their face (my rings). shit so i finally finished the majority of my art project, all i have left now is just this stupid scratchboard thing which is cool because it requires no profound artwork. i can just doodle and have fun with it YES. my minions shall come about upon this...scratchboard....lol. shit i don't wanna see him tomorrow. i dunno why but i just keep getting this horrible feeling in me that it's gonna be as if nothing happened. HA then he's an asshole and sam and i can partake(?) in his slaughter. omfg i love that phrase now.