The Methods professor, she has backed off. We didn't even have to say anything. I think somebody else dropped over the weekend, and maybe all the bitching we did to the Dean's assistant the other day got back to her, but when we got to class today she was all, "we're just gonna take our time and make sure you get this stuff and if that pushes the test back a week, that's no big." To which I say, Thank you God!

I'd had my mind all made up to drop the class. I was going to go straight from there to the Financial Aid desk and find out what my penalty would be for dropping below 12 hours, and I was going to get the drop form all ready to have my advisor sign tomorrow. Now it looks like I'll be able to keep the class and possibly even make a decent grade, and actually manage to find time to do the work for my other classes. How 'bout that? Maybe I'll even be able to squeeze in time every now and then to have some semblance of a life, too. Or to write fic. 'Cause sometimes living vicariously through the Buffy characters is more fun anyway. The sad thing is, I'm not joking. God, I need to get a boyfriend.

*Ahem*

Anyway, hey! My nephew's band was on the radio last night! Go Stacie! If you live in or around Tulsa, they're going to be playing at Uncle Bentley's on Feb. 20. The show starts at 8 PM. Go see them! They're really good!

New Angel tonight. I'm all kinds of spoiled for it, and I'm all kinds of giddy about it. Whee!