Poopsmith

I was blessed with the opportunity to run into Amy today on campus. This is the same Amy who Dear John-ed me a month before I came home. This is the first time I have seen her face to face, and to be quite honest, it wasn't all that bad. It was surprisingly not awkward. Now, the glory of this event pales in comparison to the math test I had today. I got an 80% on it, and I will admit that it was only by the Hand of God that I even achieved that. I guess I get to stay in the class. I hope that none of my other classes have any gay pretests like that.

This is for Dave, then I am back to homework.
Homework is a lot like shoveling crap: it never seems to end.