It's a Girl!

After much time and consideration,I've decided to name my thesis Tania. The sad thing is that I can't refer to it in a violent context without me sounding like some four-toothed hillbilly beating up his girlfriend after losing in a barfight.

Where does Tania come from (put your hand down Beulah, teacher's going to explain). Well, after Patty Hearst was abducted and decided to join the SLA, she changed her name to the deliciously menacing Tania. Menacing in the way only a bruised stripper with cigarette burns on her shoulder can be. Wow, I"m really buying into this whole white trash thing, aren't I. Maybe I should trash Tania and just name it Brandee. After all, it's probably going to marginally resemble the work of someone with an IQ of 95.

Tomorrow Baby Huey's going to be Mary Sunshine in Chicago. I'm so excited. Should be good. Saturday formal season continues with the Quincy Formal with the one girl that thinks I have an overpowering Chicago accent. It's funny. I think I have one, but whenever I mention it, people normally say "You don't have a Chicago accent." I guess it's not as thick as the Lush's "Ooooh my Gaaaaahd, Howww aem aayy goooing to get a jaaaaaahb? 'Dis year is going to suck." Haha, I love her accent.

I'm also eating latkes, potato pancakes for the goyim, and my god, they're noisy. I'm sitting here, and my intestines are crying. In the library, normal digestion can be pretty loud. Tendick (my new favorite nickname for my Tibetan friend, accomplished by combining the first two syllables of her names) laughs every time my intestines squeak and she says it sounds like sex. She should know, she shares a wall with an Albanian nymphomaniac.