And now it's the 15th, and we all know what that means!

BEWARE THE EYES OF MARCH!!

That's really sad, Ashley. Even I knew it was Pi day. Poor Pi, it feels all neglected with its couple thousand decimal points all winding down a lonely endless path and you forgot its, well, kind of its bday. For shame, Miss Math.

I was going to make some smart remark about how I didn't even need Pi that day, but then I thought about all the circles in design in the world and said to myself: "Wow, we can't actually live without Pi."

Okay, aside from a brief bit of dorkiness. I miss ya and I'm about to go into a Spanish oral. I'm so nervous, I've worked myself into a nice smell. My hands are all clammy.

Yo soy muy nervioso. Esta tardes aqui y soy en la universidad por examino con Profe Jara. Yo soy responsable. Yo soy triste. Mi Espana es debil. Yo no miro American Idol. Yo echar de menos, Ashley. Adios.

Pi day is dumb. So is Pie. I bake lots of things, but not pie.

We should have a bread day instead of pi day. Bread is, like, more important than pi and pie combined. Sure, stuff would suck without pi, but just imagine where the human race would be without bread. Huh, yeah, take that pi, bread just kicked your ass. Oh yea!