Finals...

Just completed my Archaeology final. If I got at least a 30 out of 50, then I get an "A" for the course, and if I didn't, then damn I probably shoulda studied harder, because that would suck. I hope I wasn't tripped up by what type of stone tools Homo Habilis used. It was Olduwan, right???

Anyway, finished Metropolis in Modern Culture, and I'm not quite sure that fat bitch in the Abercrombie and all the makeup in the back of the room was too interested. She was talking all throughout the class. This was of course after we went with her suggestion (aka - bitching and moaning) about getting rid of the subtitles and going with the english voice-overs. Not a problem really, except that we almost had to miss the last scene because of her. Like the Miyazaki films, the American producers took great care in making the voice-over talent as good as possible as well as accurate. Nonetheless, finished it. Professor loved it, I loved it (over and over again). And I could really care less what that class thinks. It was fun.

No more finals for this man. All I have is two more papers and then its time for me to get to know an old friend all over again; the bed.