Satan's in the living room

I have sent Dr. Lidh my gothic literature paper, and it's a little like sending my first born child off to a kindergarden class taught by charles manson and jack the ripper. I'm slightly scared for my GPA.

Nathan is at this moment bringing bookshelves to my house. I love Nathan, but really only because he's giving us bookshelves for free.

Friday, I will venture to Sea World to take part in the making of a reality show for children, or at least watch it.

I think all this Cadbury goodness might be making me ill. Hi kids, can you spell mal nu tri tion?