all right, foLLLLKKs

hey everyone,

i know you've all been waiting with baited breath to hear who murdered Colonel Regoarrarr in the study with a bottle of French's mustard, and i've assembled you all together in one room but...I'm not going to tell you.

I'm breaking the week of kersilence, since finals are *finally* over, and I can somewhat breathe again. My first final was the crock that I thought it would be. I said I wanted to go first, and so I did. And it was raining so hard that in the back they couldn't hear me, but....careage. then close the windows, if you wanna hear me...jk. my voice doesn't exactly project that well, especially when i'm presenting in front of a roomful of people. The second final, the lit one, was LAAME-O, just like I predicted. I really like the prof, I think he's great and all that...but he always puts these complex questions that it takes hours and hours to even begin to scrape the surface of, and, lo, my hand did hurteth afterward. It took me not less than 3 hours, and I wasn't the last one done. grrrrrr. The third *final*, which was actually a take-home final project, was death by fire, but bright, rosy-colored, rippling waves of fire.

i'm leaving for WA in less than 2 days, as i commented on lecar, and i'll be there for the next few weeks. i got a translation job from my prof for a literary magazine, so i get to translate an academic paper and an Amazonian legend. it doesn't pay, but it's credited and looks great on a resume. it goes to press in June, so be sure and all buy a rockin' copy. :)

well, kevo has to get on here, so i'll be back later.

besides, we all know i'm training to be a cagefighter.