Gotta love that gender genie.

The gender genie differentiates between fiction, non-fiction and blog entries. I put in the 'most recent' page of my lj; it told me that I'm male. Little things like this make me laugh.
I'm exhausted, as I have done about 2.5 hours of strenuous exercise today. *dies*
Have to go frantically find maps, print them, find pictures of cranmer, print them, edit my oral again, make palm-cards, practice it frantically and write up my references. Teegan, Eujar, I hate you on the basis that you don't have to do it until Friday. *cries*
Off I go.

Edit: Given the eugenie's birthday fic, it once again called me male. And my Cranmer oral was male by a LONG shot. Looks like I'm just male, then. *sigh*

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History is making my life equal pain. Since I got home from dance, I've done nothing but frantically prepare, and I'm still screwed. I was THAT CLOSE to going over time. My oral is irrelevent to the question. Everybody else's orals have been really good so far and it makes me sad deep inside.

Everything is depressing and crap. God created relationships of all kinds (romantic, family, etc) just to spite people.

Went with Mari to the hairdressers. Her hair is now above shoulder-length, and is absolutely gorgeous. Almost had a heart attack when the scissors made the first snip, but it looks lovely.

Wheeeeee.