I'm not really going to do the latter, of course. But even so, picture me hanging out a window for a moment...

"Beware the ides of March!"

All right, now that that's out of my system...

One more week until spring break. There were subs in two of my classes today because the TOK prof went to a basketball game and the science prof went to Las Vegas. Nice for us students to know how dedicated our elders are...

In other news, I have a suicidal gamine running around in my head, never mind that I've repeatedly killed her off. You'd think, after a little while, she'd take in the situation and complacently drown in the Seine or in badly-written prose, or both at once. The girl never was very good at taking hints. She's an excellent scapegoat, if nothing else, but I just don't want her hopping about in my skull right this instant. Maybe I could donate her...

I really should go clean. Or start the English essay.

Heading to the Folger on Sunday for She Stoops to Conquer. This is a good thing. After missing The Duchess of Malfi (which supposedly left much to be desired anyway) I've been suffering theatre withdrawal symptoms. That is, I've been spending a great deal of time wandering around warbling showtunes and generally being an absolute freak. More absolute than usual, anyway.

All right, I will go clean now. I will. Really. Unless its unlucky to do so on the ides of March, in which case I might have to linger online a little longer.

Adieu.