corknut | Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrap.

I have a Peace Studies paper due Monday (technically due Friday, but I didn't have to turn it in, because I was on a field trip, ha-HA!), and an Ameri Lit position paper (6-8 pages typed, welcome-to-college-prep sort of of deal) due Tuesday (which, of course, I've barely started). I'm screwed. I brought it upon myself, but still, I'm screwed.

So of course, I'm here, typing in this wonderful, wonderful journal.

We went to Boston on Friday, to walk the Freedom Trail. I took a picture of the General Hooker Entrance sign at the State House, and thought of Laurie as I did so. Of course, it's not like she's a hooker or anything. She's a call girl, and a very high-priced one at that.
Seriously though, considering the gutter-minds some of the boys in my year have, I'm surprised I'm the only one who seemed to notice the General Hooker Entrance double entendre. Hmmm. Maybe I truly am the only one who's mind is akin to that of an immature 7th grade boy. The others... probably more like immature 8th grade boys. Freshmen, at the very most, I'd say.