How Jolly! I got my grades today: an "A-" in my workshop and an "A" in my literature class. That makes my overall GPA 3.8, not too shabby for a man who wanted to drop out and become a bum from Hell during my first semester. Now it's all done. Officially. Time to drink some mad vodka tonix! Step back, House of Pain!

Now all I have to do is go to the graduation ceremony and get a diploma. Then I'll make all you mother-fathers call me professor or some shit like that. Get some respect around here.

Can't stay long, going to the Goth club with Quincy and his brother tonight. Quincy, for the record, is not too fond of the place, but his brother LOVES the Goth music! Hey, it's just another fun-filled day for you and me in paradise, eh?

Read some more of "Maldoror" today in preparation for getting myself writing again. I've got two stories I want to send before I head to Europe - ghosts and bookworms. I really want to dig into "Gravity's Rainbow" but it would be unfair to start that postmodern classic until I have the time to dedicate a daily reading schedule to it, i.e. after Europe and I've taken Russia back for the Poles.

DON'T RECOGNIZE ME? I DONE COCOONED!