What's Wrong With a Little Panda Birth?

The week that just dangles on the edge, an annoyance but a partial necessity.

I just turned in my "big" paper for the week. Also note: my Psych test was moved back due to my professor's getting nauseous in class last week and calling it off early. What does this mean? The rest of the week is just here to get on my nerves. Spring break is less than a week away but still hours of lecture and blah blah blah taunt me. I'm sure I'll pull through but not before gnawing one of my fingers off during my film screening today. We're watching another movie from the dark ages that WAS relevant, inventive, and interesting back when it was made. Now I'm sure it's just another glowy old film.
Of course I respect old films but on the rainy first day of the last week before spring break perhaps you can understand my appraisal of the situation.

In other news, I'm almost afraid to admit this, but I think I like Jack Johnson now. Not because I think he's "dreamy" or "cool" because he's a surfer dude but because his music is so mellow that you just want to stare at something. My head involuntarily begins nodding to most of his songs and no matter how hard I try to stop it happens again. I've never been high but if I had to guess and what it would be like this would be as close as I could come to giving a accurate description. I highly suggest some of you go out and give a listen to his album "On and On."

I don't know why you've been told but this here Nathan's getting him some wag.