UGH! Finals are coming up and I'm trying not to get stressed, but it's easier said than done. Will someone please remind me that when I write back to my mom, that I am writting to my mom. One mention of a guy and she goes crazy with questions. It is like in those police movies...where the suspect is in that tiny room with only one lightbulb on a string, swinging back and forth. Grrr. And I'm pretty sure she told my dad...which is probably much worse. I am expecting a letter from him anytime now. Oh the dread! Plus he just got a new owl...and it likes to bite me. Stupid little bugger. Doesn't bite anyone else but me. I guess it thinks I taste good or something.