this is the moment that you know.

So, I started "My Sister's Keeper" by Jodi Picoult, and it's kinda ... it's predictable. I can't stand these kinds of books. I think I already know how it's going to end; Picoult's fallen on so many cliches so far that it's hard for me to expect anything otherwise. But I'll keep reading it. It might get better, who knows?

My classes are pretty cool so far. I don't have my books yet, but one of the few amongst them is the V-Day version of "The Vagina Monologues." We're planning performances around the book for the Women's Creative Performing Arts classes. oh lawd i hope i'm not one of them. D: