Class Blogging

In class. Bored. Professor is blabbing about audio quality, killing time before some muckity muck gets here to 'critique' our work. Never thought I'd be writing in class. My radio piece is done. Finished about 20 minutes ago. Ha! Don't say I should work at NPR, just don't—it's been said before. Wait... muckity muck showed up... listened to my work, ripped it apart as expected. I'm still the best, don't care bout the rest. The place I'm in is an impenetrable fortress of positive emotion. I'm having a birthday party on Thursday and Jenna, well, she seems quite enamored of me. Which is a good thing, Jenna. No worries. I'm just hoping to direct all this good emotion into passing some classes.