Laughing, because crying is not an option.

So I've been looking for some cool tattoos to give Leah. (I'm open to suggestions, by the way - anything you've ever thought looked awesome, tell me about it. Back is taken up, though.)

Anyway, so what do I do? Why, I go look at throwingstardna's tattoos, because I think, frankly, he's pretty hot.

Problem is, I'm trying to focus on quotes/words, because that's a type of tattoo I'm missing, but might be neat.

And I KNOW he has one on his stomach.

So I spend *looks at clock* an hour and a half trying to find a fucking photo of him without his shirt facing the camera head-on...

...and I finally find it...

And it says:

INVICTUS


So I laugh, because crying isn't an option. I am too tired for crying. But I can laugh.

So today has been semi-productive.

Today I:

-fixed a JavaScript program that had been fucking pissing me off
-finished yet another CS assignment
-passed by the SLC and noticed "Hey! It's colleges-and-universities-try-and-get-me-to-do-grad-work-at-their-place day! I should really go to that!" (Note that no one told me this was happening, despite the fact that I'm in fourth year and, oh, it might have been really fucking useful information. But I digress.)
-saw Cordelia Stroub speak
-looked for more Leah tattoos

I still need to:
-figure out my Shakespeare midterm outline/ideas
-decide on a Shakespeare essay to write
-read pages for 376R
-do my Information Design assignment (minor, but necessary) (not entirely done, but I've got a week)
-read Woe is I chapter 3
-find my seat assignment for the CS midterm
-prep (?) for the CS midterm
-try and figure out what I want to do with my life after my undergrad

...

oh yeah. And
-eat