Hormones hurt

I showed up for a practice test for LSAT. It was just me, Juan, Ginger, a classmate named Christine who rarely showed up, and the same older chick who said my Hermione shirt was "adorable" last Sunday. Sissy dropped by to brag that we were her kids. I volunteered to stay for the writing portion of the exam last second and felt like a warrior.

Highlight: Ginger and I were the last two people left and I finished before her, thus demonstrating intellectual superiority! Take that, you I-have-a-boyfriend-thus-Ryan-is-cockblocked slut! Still, she looked adorably jackoffable sitting with her right leg folded in and her head on her right hand, looking bored. The ends of her toe nails were painted white.

Oh, and my score went up. I studied, watched last night's episode of Glee on Hulu.com and ended the night with The Ultimate Fighter. My letter to Tiwat (who's still in jail) on his Facebook read:

Dear Tiwat,

Now that my LSAT prep class is over, I might never again see the 2 chick classmates (Ginger and Jackie) whom I like masturbating to. This is probably the closest I'll ever get to being heart-broken. Hormones hurt :-(