I suck so much at math that if math were a tootsie pop, I would get to the center in like, a second. It'd just be me, sitting in an empty classroom after everyone else has finished their exam, chewing on tootsie. What do you call that stuff if it's not in the shape of a roll? Can you say "tootsie"? It sounds like what someone is the 1930s would call a girl. Or a nickname Aussies or Brits would give to a train.

I'm so ready to leave this place. I have to remind myself each weekday morning that I need to go to class because if I don't, my summer and next year plans could be mixed up. So, basically, my motivation for school these days isn't a job, isn't money, isn't the great sense of security that comes from working in a cubicle surrounded by salarymen equally mired in their various states of boredom – it's the summer and next year. But what better motivation?

The other morning I got out of the shower and as I toweled off, I realized I didn't wash the shampoo out of my hair. I think (or hope) this has happened to at least some others. I don't know what I was thinking about, but I must have been thinking about the same thing this morning, because it happened again.

Just a little over a month left and I'm getting really antsy. I've got 1 of a few plane tickets ready, and 1 visa of 2.