Finished studying for my calc test. Woke up at 10, studied till 4, rode my bike over. The teacher was late 30 minutes. In fact, he was so late, he sent in a hispanic friend of his to give the test to us. That was pretty sad, considering… well, so there went my 30 minutes, but I think all that studying paid off, I think I aced the test. Came back home, ate a bit, and went to interpraise with my brother. It was good stuff, although I thought I could have been and should have been a little better, the praise team sounded redundant and the main guy didn’t really know how to pray and just kept saying, Oh God, we love you so much… We want to praise you… Oh God… Damn, I was about to say dude, what the hell do you think you’re doing up there? But it was ok, cuz he was trying so hard. Came back home and stayed up late, since the Calc test was over and done with.