Joel had his last final exam on Monday, so since then he's just been hanging around and getting in my hair while I feverishly write papers. However, today I handed in my last two papers and rattled off a presentation. To celebrate, we enjoyed some celebratory steak, with celebratory asparagus and some delicious celebratory potatoes, followed by some celebratory Bourne Ultimatum. I tell you, there are fewer ways I would rather spend two hours than watching Jason Bourne kickin' ass and takin' names. Plus, Julia Stiles almost gets shot, and her stunt double takes three elbows to the face! I tell you now, you need to go see this movie. Many cars are crashed.
In honor of the semester being over (well, almost. I still have a final next Thursday, but who really cares?), I thought I'd leave you with some of the loopy statements that resulted from the stress of the past few weeks:
Joel: Would you love me less if I went and played some tennis right now?
Me: Nope! Would you love me less if I told you I was a level-14 Facebook Pirate?
Joel:...Maybe a little.
Me: Sleep is for the weak.
Joel: You need to go put on, like, eight more hoodies before you go to class.
Me: This cake tastes like diabetes.
Joel: Do you want some Mr. Noodle-flavored chips?
Joel: You look like Jabba the Hut.