Monday, December 10, 2012

The Empty Room.


The Empty Room

She was a new girl in the big city of New York. She had all the money that she needed to survive here for five years. Her name was Kayala Smith. Tall and unusually thin with long brown hair, she had the eyes of a blind person, cold and grey, with a twisting look like death. Walking around her new city, she was looking for the newly- opened Korean restaurant about eight blocks from her apartment. Walking fast, not knowing anyone, she was almost there. Having been unpacking all of her furniture, she had forgotten about eating, and she was hungrier than ever. Two more blocks to go, and she couldn’t wait to get there. She could smell the food from Betty’s Bakery and Godfather’s pizza parlor. Finally, she was there. She walked in with a grin on her face, smelling the tangy Korean desserts. Sitting at her table, she could not decide what to order from the menu. She glanced over at the door, and she saw a handsome young man about 6’2” with short, straight, brown hair. She could tell he had a body to look at under his long, black, leather coat. She was still looking at him when he looked at her. He started to walk over to her table. She tried to act calm and not interested, even though in her mind she couldn’t hide how much she liked him already.
 “Hello, I can tell you’re new in the city. Am I right?” She looked up at him.
            “Yes, I just moved here a couple of days ago.” He glanced down at her menu, then back up at her again.
 “Do you mind if I take a seat with you? I could help you with the choices.” She looked at her menu a few times. She really didn’t know him, but she couldn’t resist the look in his eyes.
 “Ummm, sure why not?” He sat down right across from her, looking as hungry as she did. Finally, he said, “Out of all the restaurants in the big city, you decide to come to this Korean one? I mean, it’s good and all, but is Korean food your favorite?”
“Actually, yeah, I’ve loved it ever since I was a kid.”
“Well, I guess it is pretty good here, for a new place.”
“Yeah, so how did you know that I was new in the city? Do you have some kind of psychic vibes that tell who new girls are so you can take advantage of them?”
With a fake smile, after a few moments, he decided to say, “How did you know?”  They both smiled. Shortly, Dawson, that was his name, was getting ready to leave with her.
“Do you mind if I walk you home?”
“I don’t really know about that. I mean, you seem like a nice guy and all, but I’m just not really trusting anyone right at the moment. I need to get used to the big city and know a little more about the people who live here.”
Frowning weakly, he said,”Ok,” and turned around, ready to walk out the door.
“Wait!” she said hesitantly. “You can walk me home, but I trust you that you won’t take me somewhere and kill me. Right?” she giggled.
“Of course! What kind of freak would do that to a beautiful young woman like you? I mean look at you!” She smiled really small, but she knew that she was smiling really cheesy on the inside, and turned away.
“So which way is it? You lead the way.”
“It’s just right up this hill eight blocks and to the right.”
“Oh really? I live six blocks from here to the right.”
“Hmm, well, I guess we will be seeing more of each other?”
“Hopefully!” he said.
They finally got to the front door of her apartment, and they both stopped on the steps.
“So which floor are you on? Maybe one of these days I need to borrow some sugar?” he said laughing and looking at her strangely.
“It’s just up on the third floor. Apartment 32.”
“Well, I can’t wait until my sugar runs out!”
They both smiled and he leaned in for a kiss, but she turned away. He knew what she was thinking.
“It’s okay. How about a hug?”
“Sure.” They both hugged and said good-bye.


The next morning her phone kept ringing and ringing, but no one answered. The apartment was empty. Only the phone lay on the ground. Everything was gone. No one knows what happened to Kayala Smith. Only the sound of ringing, ringing, ringing…


The End

By: Shandra Stillion

Teenage-Love Bodies.


Lying on the floor, the colors of red and white. The body of teenage-love has far forsaken on who shall love. The silence that shook the body was stern. It could never be taken back. The silver sculpture that was left in his hand had now gone cold. Who would ever know why? The secrecy will still stay secret inside the beatless heart of that teenage-love body. The colors of white and red stay upon. White as in pail skin that shows the true lifeless color. Red as in the outpouring of the bloody death that struck upon him. Feeling the sting for one whole minute, and then nothing. Nothing was to move from the poor teenage-love body again. The pain is over in his heart. He let go of the one he loved. The choice that was a mistake. The only answer that seemed to resume in his head. Death. "Life is full of pain, and when death strikes you the pain is over." he thought. That was all that spun around in his already confused mind. Footsteps echo on the ground, beating against the thick yet fresh color of red that lay on the hard-wood floor. Rings struggle to bounce upon the red as the footsteps get closer. Closer and closer the footsteps get...now through the door of the living room. Three rooms away from the dramatic scene. A dress of blue and purple flutters across the rooms of the apartment. But yet, not in that one room. A scent has not yet departed from the scene. It had not happened more than ten minutes before she walked through that front door. Tears fell from her face when he broke her heart once again. Anger was all that was entering her body. Confusion in her mind. In the hallway she walked through, she noticed the cold drift coming from the closed door of the bathroom. More confusion entering her mind. Mixed with curiosity. The copper door handle, she expected to be locked, was indeed unlocked, and as she turned the warmless object it opened the door left to find tragedy right before her eyes. Eyes that let out more tears as they glanced upon the one she still loved. Inside the little room they shared many memories of; Sex. Laughter. Sadness. Pain. And now one more is added onto that list. Death. Not with one victim, but two. Two teenage-love bodies lie on the floor of that cold bathroom. It's like the gun was meant to be loaded with two bullets just as that bathroom was meant for two lifeless bodies. And that floor was meant to be flowing a thick, red bodily outpour that was meant to be mixed together to test the love of the ones who really do love. Age 18 was the innocent age meant to be the ending of two teenage-love bodies.

Shattered.


Break the glass
Then turn away
Don't look back around
Kiss the lips of innocence
Never show your frown

The dead body lies
On the bedroom floor
Where she once had smiled
Now she's cold and sad
But she's been that way awhile

She loved you
You loved her
Breaking her heart
Was the last thing you did
Now she’s torn apart

What lies beneath her
The only thing that’s left
The crimson pond of lifelessness
You were out of control
When you cut her throat with the shattered glass

Exams.

I have completed my English portfolio (which is technically the exam or whatever) and I just completed my Math-095 class by getting a 77% on my final exam. I was hoping for something a bit higher, and you can always take it again, but I'm not sure I want to put myself through that stress again. Ugh.

I have three more exams: Cultural Anthropology, American History, and Film Appreciation. I haven't read much (or any) of the chapters for these exams, so now that I am done with my math exam, I am hoping I can concentrate on the other three exams. I'm really worried about Anthropology because my last exam was not so good. Same for American History, but a lot of the class did horrible on the last exam.

Film, I'm not too worried about because some friends and I did an extra credit project in which we received the total amount of extra credit that was available = 30 points. So if I do bad, that will be what I'll fall back on!

Well here's to studying as it will consume me for the rest of the week!

Lonely Walks


            Silent. Dark. Lonely. The feeling of someone being all alone, even though there were several people behind him. Impossible, but possible things people would do, just to get into the “cool” group. Peter was one of those desperate people who would do anything to be accepted into the “cool” group even if it killed him…
He was ready for the jocks to tremble from the sight of him in the halls at school. He was sick of being pushed on the ground, and laughed at. It was time to do something about it. This was the only way he thought could help him. The “cool” group was his only option. His only answer.
        A night out on the lake at 11 PM on November 14, 2006. His task was simple, to swim across the lake in less than 10 minutes. It wasn’t a wide lake, which would be good for him, but little did he know how deep it was, and how cold it got at night.
        The boys were pushing him. Pressuring him to get in the lake already. He stripped down so that all he was wearing were his boxers. The water was freezing cold, but he knew what he had to do. He slowly put his legs in the water, and he was doing good on getting in, until one of the bigger, meaner guys yelled, “Time starts now!” and pushed him, face first, into the water.
        Feeling like he was going to cry, he held it in, and started to swim as fast as he could go. His skin was tight, and he couldn’t feel his arms and legs within 2 minutes of him swimming. “I should’ve just dove in right away, then my arms and legs wouldn’t have froze this fast.” He thought to himself. He looked around the lake to see where he was. He was in the middle of the lake, and he was almost to the other side. “It’s too easy.” He thought. “There must be something else going on.” Without thinking of where he was, or what he was doing, his body stopped, and he didn’t even know it. His whole body was frozen and he was sinking under the water. The other boys noticed this, and started to freak out. Some of them ran off into different directions, but some knew they had to help him. Sean, one of the stronger boys and the leader of the group, suggested that him and his buddy Ralph, another strong boy, jump in and get him. But out of nowhere Ralph ran off, too fast for him to get an answer. Sean was a panicky mess and he didn’t know what to do. It was only him now, and two other boys. Jimmy and Dan.
        With only the three of them left, panicking, Jimmy whipped out his cell phone, ready to call 911. Sean grabbed the phone and said, “We don’t need the 5.O. involved in this situation, all we need to do is go get…” but he couldn’t even finish his sentence when he looked over to the lake. Peter was nowhere to be seen. Sean screamed, “Oh, fuck!” and jumped into the lake. He swam as fast as he could to the middle of the lake, where he last saw Peter, and went under. As cold as it was, he didn’t care all he wanted to do was get Peter above water. Dead or alive.
        He went deeper and deeper under water, but couldn’t get a hold of anything under there. It’s like Peter wasn’t under water. Nothing was under there. Until finally he grabbed onto Peter’s shirt, and forced himself up above the water with Peter in his arms. He barely had any strength left. Jimmy and Dan were on the grass looking at Sean struggle to get Peter out of the water. Finally, Jimmy said, “I can’t stand here without doing anything!” as he said that he jumped into the water, and raced to Sean and Peter before both of them went under water again. Dan followed, for he was thinking the exact thing Jimmy was. He couldn’t just stand around and watch them die, if it came to that. As Jimmy reached Sean and Peter, he held onto Peter because he felt that he was the weaker one, and they both swam towards the direction Dan was swimming. Dan held onto Sean, and they all worked together to safely get out of the freezing water.
        They reached the dry land and quickly wrapped their coats around themselves. They all tried to catch their breath…but Jimmy looked over to Peter and didn’t like what he saw. “He’s not breathing!” he yelled with the remaining breath he had. Sean looked over to Peter, and again started to panic. “Oh, my fucking God!” He jumped over Dan, who was lying on the ground with his teeth jittering and hands shivering, and went to Peter’s still body. He felt Peter’s pulse. Nothing. He tried to remember CPR from health class. He didn’t think he was doing it right, but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was see Peter breath. Still nothing. He started to hit Peter in the chest and scream, “No! Fuck! No! After all I went through to get you out of the water! Breathe!” Jimmy grasped Sean’s arms to stop him from punching Peter’s chest, and said, “He’s gone, man.”
        Sean couldn’t believe it. He repeatedly punched Peter in the chest, even if he was dead, Sean didn’t want to believe it. He never wanted to hurt him. All he wanted to do was help him. He never picked on him in school because it reminded him of what he used to be like when he wasn’t “cool”. “Jimmy call 911. We need to get an ambulance over here ASAP!” Jimmy whipped out his cell phone and dialed the numbers he needed to dial. When someone picked up on the other line, he didn’t really know what to say. Everything was going so fast, and he nor Sean or Dan wanted to go to jail. “Ummm…we need an ambulance over at the city lake right away! Something happened, and I think one of the guys is dead!”
        Jimmy flipped his phone, and put it back in his pocket. Dan looked at him. “What the fuck are we going to do? Are we just going to stay here? What are we going to say to the police?” Dan sat down, put his hands over his eyes, and started to cry. “Dude, we can get through this. All we have to do is tell them the truth. No lies.” Sean said. “My parents are going to kill me once they here about this!” Jimmy said.
        Dan settled down and stopped crying. All of the sudden he got up, acting normal at first, but then ran off. He didn’t know what to do, and he was already on probation. “What the hell, Dan! Get your ass back ova here!” But he didn’t look back; he just kept on running and running…
        Sean and Jimmy didn’t know what to do. Everything started to overlap again. They didn’t know whether Dan was important to the crime or not. “Great, everything is going how we planned it would!” Jimmy said sarcastically. “Would you shut the fuck up!? We have a dead kid here, and you’re making jokes. What if we go to jail you little bitch?!”  Sean just couldn’t take all this shit happening at once. Jimmy shut up and started to walk away. “Dude, I’m sorry…it’s just all this shit is happening so fast. I can’t even get a breath out. Please don’t leave me here, man. I need you to help me.” Jimmy stopped, turned around, and looked at Sean as if those words were all he needed to hear from someone…”Okay man, I’ll stay…I’m here for you dude. You’re not the only one who was involved in this.”
        About 5 minutes after Jimmy turned around, and they both sat on the ground, the ambulance rushed around the corner, and parked to where Peter’s dead body was lying. One of the ambulance guys were really rushed about what he was doing. He got out of the truck, felt Peter’s neck to see if there was a pulse, and called to some more guys, “Bring a gurney out right away! This kid didn’t make it.” The guy looked over at Sean and Jimmy and called out again to another guy, “Are the cops on their way or what?” then he looked down at the body, and back up to hear if he was going to get an answer. “Yeah, they said they’re on their way right now, Skip.” One guy called. Skip got up from the ground, and turned to Sean, “So, what exactly went on here boys? I have a feeling that this wasn’t an accident…”
        Both of the boys looked up at the man. Both of them were speechless, they didn’t want to say anything wrong, and be doomed forever of one little thing they said. “What, you guys are too cool to talk?” Skip said. Still they did not say anything. Soon after Skip decided to give up trying to make them talk, he walked away. In what seemed like forever, was only 2 minutes. “I just want to go home, Sean.” Said Jimmy. “Yeah, dude I know how you feel. I can’t believe this shit is happening. And just think it’s only Friday, all these people are going to be asking us these stupid fucking questions all fucking weekend.” Sean screamed so everyone could here him.
        The cops rolled down the street in a fashionable style, like they knew what they were doing, and they’ve been through this type of stuff before. But little did they know this was something different…
        Officer Macbeth and his co-workers stepped out of their cars, shut the doors, and watched as the ambulance closed the doors on the victim. Yet, they didn’t even know that there was a victim. They didn’t even know that this was a crime so serious. They just thought “Oh, well, it’s just some punks causing trouble and pranking the police department again, like every Friday night.” Wrong. They were so wrong. They would of probably wished they didn’t have to work tonight because tonight is going to be hectic and new for them…As Macbeth and all of the other officers walked towards the boys, the boys started to wish they would of left Peter dead, and ran off like all the other guys did. But they were stuck now… “What seems to be the problem gentlemen?” Officer Macbeth questioned to the boys in an ‘I wish I wasn’t here right now’ kind of tone. “Well, there was an accident with one of my uhh, buddies.” answered Sean nervously. “What kind of accident?” asked Macbeth. Sean didn’t want to answer that question… “Well umm he didn’t make it…” Jimmy adequately replied. The other officers overheard Jimmy answer that, and they walked over to Macbeth, and asked him if they could speak with him for a moment. Macbeth walked over to where the officers were standing. “What?” He said impatiently. “Well sir, didn’t you hear him? He said that the kid is dead. We’ve never had that around this small little town since back in the year of ’81.” One of the officers responded to him amazingly. “Yes, I heard him, and this can’t be much different from ‘81’s bereavement. All we have to do is take the kids to the station first thing in the morning. It’s too late now…I have to get up early to mow the lawn.” The other officers didn’t really want to deal with this tonight either so they agreed. It was already 2 in the morning. “Alright sir, let’s take these kids home.” All of the officers walked over to their cars and 3 of them drove off. One more car was left, and that was Macbeth’s, including his partner. “Okay kids, come with me. I’ll take you home for the night, and we’ll deal with this in the morning. You boys try and get some sleep. Okay?” The boys looked at the officer with perplexity, like they weren’t expecting this. They were expecting a night in jail, or something from the time being. But, the boys followed, and they were driven home in the back of a cop car. They were a little freaked out, but they knew that this man didn’t want to deal with this kind of situation tonight. “You boys’ parents don’t mind if you’re out hanging with dead people at 2 in the morning do they? Macbeth cackled.
        He pulled his car up to Jimmy’s house, and stepped on the brakes. “Well, good look with sleeping tonight guys, hopefully you don’t have anything to be guilty about.” Jimmy and Sean stepped out of the car. Sean didn’t want to go home tonight, so he just got out of the car and told the police officer he was spending the night at Jimmy’s. The police car drove off, and Sean and Jimmy walked through the back door of his house, so his parents wouldn’t notice. They went into his room and tried to go to sleep. Jimmy was passed out right away for some reason. But Sean was feeling so guilty he didn’t have time to sleep. He only had time to think about where his life is going. Finally, after 1 more hour of thinking, Sean passed out, and was in a deep sleep.
        The next morning, there was a knock on the door. It was Officer Macbeth and his partner, Leo. Jimmy’s mom walked over to the door and looked through the window. “Uh, oh, what did Jimmy do now?” She thought. She opened the door. “How can I help you officer?” She tried to look neat for the hansom Leo, who was standing behind Officer Macbeth. “Your son, Jimmy Daniels, is he here?” She wasn’t paying much attention to what he just said; she was paying too much attention on smiling at Leo. But when she heard Jimmy’s name her smile came to a grimace. “He’s still sleeping; I guess he had a fun time last night or something. It’s already noon.” Officer Macbeth looked inside the house. “Well we need to take him and his buddy into the station for awhile. It’s nothing special; we just need to ask him a few questions about last night.” The look on Jimmy’s mother’s face went down to a repulsive frown. She yelled for her husband to wake the boys up. About 10 minutes later, the boys walked out of their room and into the living room. They looked sleepier than ever, and once they seen Officer Macbeth, their faces turned into distress. They couldn’t believe their eyes. They thought that everything that happened last night was a dream, or better yet, a nightmare. “Would you boys mind explaining to me what is going on?” The boys looked down to the floor…
        “Well, Mrs. Daniels…” Sean started to speak… “There was an accident last night at the city lake, and our buddy Peter drowned…” The look on her face came from anger---to shock. “I can’t believe this, you won’t make me believe this!” She screamed. Mrs. Daniels started to go insane. “Mother, settle down, I am going to be okay. All I have to go into the station and tell the truth. Maybe nothing will happen to me…” Jimmy’s face went from embarrassment to misery. His mother was still screaming around. Little did anyone know in town that she was a psycho at heart. Everyone knew that she had mind problems, but no one really knew how she reacted to stuff. Usually she just bottled it all up inside.  “Dad! Take care of mom; I’ll be back later, maybe… Jimmy looked up at the police officers, “Let’s just go, and get this over with…” All of the men walked out of the door and into the police car. Sean’s parents didn’t even know where he was and he didn’t think they cared. So he just left it. Leo turned around from the seat and looked at Sean in the back seat…“Don’t your parents know where you are, kid?” Leo questioned to Sean. “No, they don’t really pay much attention to me, but let’s leave the questions for when we get to the station. Okay?” Leo turned around so he was facing the front of the car, and kind of got a distressing look on his face. Sean had an annoyed stare on his face. He has never liked talking about his parents. He hates them. Ever since his big brother, Nick died of cancer, they have always wished that Sean was the one who had died instead of Nick. A tear revolved down Sean’s cheek. Jimmy looked at him when this happened. Jimmy has never seen Sean cry. Sean was the leader of the group, the strongest guy. This was shocking to him when he seen this little trickle of irrigate run down his face. He pretended he didn’t see when Sean wiped his face. He just looked out the window…
        The cop car pulled up to the police station. Everyone stepped out of the car and walked on to the sidewalk. “I’ve never really done this before” Sean said. “So what do we do?” Both of the officers just looked at him, and said “Just follow us…”
        Sean and Jimmy walked into the police station more frightened then ever. It was like a ghost-town in there. There hasn’t been a case like this before since ’81. Sean and Jimmy had broken the silence of mysteries around this little town…
        They were asked to sit down in these little chairs that looked like they were meant to be used for midgets. They sat down, gasped, and then looked at the wall. They didn’t know what to do. So they just waited. Waited for their punishment to begin…they didn’t want to be in trouble. “So, what all happened last night boys?” Officer Macbeth questioned. 

In Memory.


            Recently, someone very inspiring to me died. Heath Ledger was found dead on his apartment floor, next to his bed, on January 22, 2008. He was only 28 years old. This very talented actor starred in movies like The Patriot with Mel Gibson, 10 Thing I Hate About You with Julia Stiles, Ned Kelly with Orlando Bloom, A Knights Tale, Monster’s Ball with Halle Berry and Billy Bob Thorton, The Brothers Grimm with Matt Damon, and his most inspiring movie to me, Brokeback Mountain. Those are just a few of the movies that he was in.
            Brokeback Mountain, people had said, was the most dedicated Heath was about a film (and Heath was very dedicated in all of his films, so dedicated that in one of his roles, where he played a drug addict he actually took drugs to look more into character). His co-star Jake Gyllenhaal, the godfather of Heath’s only child, 2 year old Matilda,  and him starred as gay cowboys that had to hide there affection for each other from other people. Two to three times a year, they would say that they were going on a fishing trip, but really they just wanted time away from other people so they could be together, alone. When people had first heard about Brokeback Mountain and how Heath and Jake were starring as the gay cowboys, people had thought that they were going to take it all out of proportion and they weren’t going to do the role like it was written. Saying that they weren’t going to kiss, or do anything that regular gay people do. But if you watch the movie, you will know that the people, who criticized their work, were wrong. They were very devoted and committed to their parts.
            The most recent movies, before his death, that he starred in were I’m Not There, where six other actors portrayed the legendary singer, Bob Dylan, including a woman, Cate Blanchett. He also was starring in a new Batman movie as the Joker, called The Dark Knight. Another actor that has played the joker in a Batman movie is Jack Nicholson, and when he had found out about Heath’s death he had said in a short interview on the streets that he had warned Heath about playing the joker. Many people think that that role in that movie had caused his death.  
            Not quite sure what happened to Heath, people are saying that it was a suicide. But Michelle Williams, the actor’s ex-girlfriend/fiancĂ©/baby’s mother, and other family members had said that Heath would have never committed suicide. They said that Heath loved life too much, and that he was actually afraid of dying.
So my theory about the talented, endowed actor’s death is that his break-up with his beautiful girlfriend, and the stress that he had in life from his career caused him to flowingly drink and take drugs. There were no illegal drugs found in the autopsy of his body, but there were six different types of prescriptive drugs found.  The sleepless Heath was so stressed out about everything going on in his life; he disobeyed another actor, Jack Nicholson. Jack had told Heath not to take sleeping pills because they would ‘mess him up’. But those sleeping pills that he had taken were one of the drugs found in his body. Therefore, he overdosed and died because he was so sleepy that he didn’t know how much sleeping pills he was taking at the time.
The person who took Heath’s death the hardest was not his daughter, his ex, or his family. It was Heath’s best friend and co-star…Jake Gyllenhaal. When finishing up Jake’s new movie, after he had heard about Heath’s death, on goers were speaking to Jake as he sat in the director’s chair. They had said and I quote, “Jake was there with us, but he wasn’t with us.” They didn’t believe he was hearing anything that they had to say to him, he was blanking off and was in deep thought.
Heath had a lot more going for him in his acting career. He was very determined about doing not just acting, but directing movies. A few months before his death he had started directing a movie, that would never be finished…The empty roles that he had left would never be complete…The life of the young actor would never be seen…The smiling, fun, charming person that everyone loved, no one would see again. Including his young daughter…who Heath loved endingly. I was going to stop there, but I have a little more to say…
            So the life of Heath will remain, not in him, but his past roles, and in his daughter, who Michelle Williams had said was the spitting image of her father. I could go on and on about what I am thinking right now about this tragic loss, but I won’t because I will probably cry uncontrollably like I did when I had heard this shocking news. So keep it in your hearts that Heath Ledger was one of the brightest, appealing actors of this lifetime, and I am not just saying that because he is gone, but it’s true and it has always been true. Sometimes I think that this can’t be true, that he isn’t gone, but then I realize that it is, and there really isn’t anything I can do. I just wish I could have stopped it, even though I never really knew him.


The End

Sunday, December 9, 2012

The Lord of the Rings.

I went to The Lord of the Rings marathon yesterday. It started at 11:00 am and lasted until 11:30 pm. 12.5 hours of nonstop fan girling! Loved every single bit of it plus some because the theatre showed the extended editions of all three movies and it was just amazing because it was like seeing the movies like new at some parts. Some questions were answered too like what happened to Sauramon at the end of the second movie.

The Hobbit premiere is coming this Thursday and boy did this year go by too fast. They released the first trailer for The Hobbit last December and I was practically crying because it was too far away, but now it's already here! So happy! Gosh, I'm such a nerd. I thought I could get the book done in time, but I'm on page 85 out of 306. But oh well. I will probably watch it again after I've completed the book to catch some similarities and differences between the book and movie!

The only thing that sucks is that the premiere is right after my Anthropology exam so we'll be rushing to Sioux Falls after my exam. Then I probably won't get back until 4 or later in the morning when I have a Film Appreciation exam at 7:30. But eh....it's going to be rushed and whatnot, but after that film exam is Christmas break and then I'm getting the flip out of here and going home!