This is actually Kait. I just didn’t feel like changing Gene’s damn auto-password of of my laptop. I’m lazy and apparently ought to be in a hurry.

I am going to maybe start taking crazy-brain medicine again in an attempt to be proactive. (Six says that six months of hiding things until they get worse is not proactive.)

Now I have to go fail out of college…. even though I studied. Even though I dream about chinese characters… Blah. The three floors of stairs are to blame. The excessively hot chinese classroom is to blame. Ou-Du is in particular to blame because he only has to write each character once to memorize it. 🙁

I’m a bit more pleased with my senior thesis after conversations with Gene and Jess. They inspired me to do something… evil? and then write about it. Really, I am always open to breaking a few hearts. If I’ve done anything positive at this god-forsaken joke of an institution it is permanently scarring people’s perception of love and women. Maybe hating on the GSA was positive too. Way to support stereotypes! Way to isolate all gay students on campus! Awesome!

Now, tired and bitter eight is going to study with Ou-Du and Shi.

And my chinese name? I am Wang Kun-Tan.

Bye.

Eight.