Ever since I was a little girl, my two great loves were Jews and Cuban food.

Today I woke up at 5:30 AM, fifteen minutes before my alarm.

I think my biology exam went pretty well. Last night I studied with Arrested Development in the background (I don't like perfect quiet) until my fingers were about to fall off and I had to go to bed before completing every guide. As a result of said studying, I now have half a semester's worth of information condensed into six pages of tightly packed notes, and if anyone wants to read them, they will have to pay me enormous sums of money. I finished in 44 minutes and had two hours and fifteen minutes to do nothing before class. I've only filled an hour and a half of that time. I rewarded myself with a potato ball and chicken croquette from Adita's Cuban Bakery inside the campus Chick-fil-A. I really should never have found that place, and I definitely shouldn't have tried the potato balls because now I'm going to get really, really fat. I'll miss it over break.

I have one more test on Friday after this musical theatre exam: American History II. I'm going to spend as much time as possible studying for it tomorrow, because today I'm going to go home and go back to sleep.

...'vadko', is generally a way of saying goodbye to both brain cells and stomach lining.

A rather lovely bottle, if an okay vodka. Next I go for SHARK VODKA.

Bagenders, by Lady Alyssa and Random Flatmate/Dent:

He'd drunk something that even the makers weren't sure what it was, ignoring the clear labelling of the substance as 'vadko'. Ethnic spellings such as 'wodka' are acceptable, although they may not have the same attitude to 'percentage proof' as the rest of us, but 'vadko', is generally a way of saying goodbye to both brain cells and stomach lining.