"He's rubbed his meat and spanked his pomegranate"

Okay so I'm updating in class because I haven't updated in a while and my professor decided to give our quiz at the end of the hour instead of the beginning so I'm protesting by not listening (not that I would anyway but you know whatever). I had a physio test on Friday that was...not horrible but not great. I thought I did better then I did considering I actually studied for this thing. The class average on the test was a 71 (which is failing, 73 is a C), there were no As and 13 Bs. I fell slightly above average (still passing but not by much), so yeah finding out the class average made me feel much better. The overall average for the class right now is a 77 with a 92 being the highest and a 49 being the lowest; supposedly these profs don't give out "A"s and I now believe that.

This weekend I was suppose to hit the books and start studying for histo, which is a week from today (don't freak out Margaret we will be okay). Instead of hitting the books I watched a lot of lifetime movies and finally cleaned the house up from studying for the physio test. I got to meet Alex's mom and her midget at dinner at the macaroni grill, which was very fun.

Oh and we went out Friday night, and while playing erotic photo hunt were told by some random guy that just appeared behind us that we did not have to go far to see that. Had he been cute it might have been nice, but since he was not, and if I were to bring him home he may meet the other end of a shotgun he was really just annoying.

So now I'm sitting here listening to the man read his slides and waiting to take my quiz. It's sad that I study more for these 10 question quizzes then I did for whole tests in undergrad. I even studied while walking at the park last night; until I realized I was about the only one left and it was really pretty dark. At least Alex would have known where to find my body if I was abducted and murdered.
We have a memorial for the families of the bodies we had in gross this afternoon, so I'm all dressed (except for my flip flops, I'll change into heels before we go).

Oh and around 2 o'clock this morning I woke up to scratching coming from either the walls or under the house. So either I have mice in the walls, cats or dogs under the house, or it's like Black Christmas and someone is crawling around in my walls waiting to kill me. Hopefully it's the second but we'll see.
The title is a quote from iron chef last night, and here's some pictures from Zea's where we went to eat after the test, a picture of the 3 of us on yearbook picture day, and some pictures alex had of the ball. Maybe that will get me close to caught up on P365.