The Entree of Many Brackets
I'm about to do a bit more research before I go talk to the sarcastic prof. of doom. Despite being an asshole he's a fairly amusing guy. He also tore a strip (though inadvertently) out of the presenter we had last week (though I must admit she really did deserve it). I'm very worried about this presentation (and it doesn't help that I (of all people) hate talking in public. I don't mind doing it within groups of friends or about things I'm incredibly knowledgeable about but this is just scary. Stupid Lycidas. Stupid Paradise Lost. Stupid me.
In other news. I got my first paper back. I got a C which is about what I thought I would get as it was a red-eye paper. The thing I found funny was that it had such a low mark because of my retarded grammar (which makes since because the only editing I did was after three hours of sleep (if that). So yeah. The plan: Get things done earlier and get Anthony (and/or who ever else would like to).
Wee! ('n stuff).