Logic, Schmogic

Today, dear diary, is my last all-nighter to be pulled for school related purposes. 8am bright and early, 15 students out of a class of 24, i among them, will shuffle themselves into a 5th floor classroom of what resembles an old Catholic school building (which, it is) and begin the 120 minute task of: The Final Exam.

Aristotle would be pleased.

I, not so much. I have deemed Logic to be one of those unnecessary classes (directly underneath biology and physics); classes of which we either know it but don't, or simply do it on a day to day basis subconsciously.
I'm sure somehow, somewhere, i will be a better person for learning that a sound, valid argument has 2 clear premises and 1 solid conclusion, or the usefulness of a backwards Venn diagram (yes backwards, i swear i was taught at some point that filling in a circle partially represented space in that circle, and not "nothing").

In other news, within the span of 3 days, both of my roommates found themselves unattached; Ally from her 5 year relationship with her first-of-anything-ever boyfriend, and Mary from her on-again-off-again datefest with a pothead who loves videogames (i thought i wasn't living with my sister anymore...?). This fact is not as disturbing as their actual views on singlehood. i won't elaborate but safe to say i'm beginning to feel insulted. i see nothing wrong with how i live my single life, from all aspects, which may actually be part of the problem....but that's another picture to be painted another time.

in other other news, i should soon be returning to the wonderful world of bartending... if not serving, which im not sure how i feel about, but an actual cash flow would be nice.

more to come, i'm sure.