Squirl squirl

I have almost finished all my drowning in the quagmire of shit in the toilet bowl called "Midterms". But I haven't flushed yet, because I have one more midterm on Wednesday. Yay for that! But I feel quite stupid because I've been so busy, that I haven't had time to study for a test this morning that was 20% of the grade. And it was so easy had I studied. But I didn't, and it wasn't.

On another note, I realised that I have not mentioned that Gilbert bought me a squirrel when he went to the Rockies. The squirrel is now precariously poised on the edge of the table, waiting to steal my chocolate bars when I'm not looking. His name is Squirl, and he is actually a chipmunk, but it's the same difference to me because they look the same. Bushy tail. Little ears. The ability to hang on trees upside down. Eaters of acorn nuts.

I love the sight of squirrels scurrying around on campus. I used to see one for everyday I was in Vancouver, but when I started walking to campus, the number became something like, oh, a gazillion a day? I think it's nice how they don't really run away from us unless we penetrate their safety zone, which isn't that far. I saw a squirrel one arm's length away, and I wanted to eat it because it looked so deliciously adorable.

Oh, and the midterms are a quagmire of shit because I know that my lecturers will be wiping their asses on my test papers. Perhaps the S/U option was really a good idea after all.