I must not forget:

Can I tell you how good I am at avoiding everything I need to do, all the time? Not just today or this week. Oh no. ALL THE THINGS. ALL THE TIME.

Today, however, was productive. After an evening of monumental epicness, I proceeded to stay up until 5 am doing homework. (I should note, that it was not I, but my uterus that decided to keep me up until that ungodly hour). Anyhow, I succeeded in waking up late. As in 15 minutes into my first class in which the paper I was writing was due. Alas, the paper still remains incomplete, even after seven pages of single spaced typing. What is my life. However, it is, quite possibly, the most fabulous thing I have ever written. EV.AR. And it isn't even complete. So, I decided to go to the bank (LIKE A MOTHER FUCKING ADULT), and deposit a check before heading over to campus. Upon arrival, my stomach began to grumble, so off to the Den I went. The food on campus isn't bad--and it is roughly half the price of Towson's gross food. I grabbed a bagel and cc, but when I got to the library, I discovered the cc was reduced fat. Gross.

I made it in time for my second class, which as progressively gotten less entertaining as the semester has dragged on. After class I ran upstairs to attend a Library Club meeting. Last week, it was decided that I would be president. Whatever that means. In my head, I just keep telling myself that it will look awesome on my resume. However, because I am el presidente, I had to get back on crackbook in order to make a Library Club page. This is what my life has been reduced to. But in all seriousness, it's kind of fun. I'm meeting more people on campus AND I'm getting involved. Take that, Dr. Crawford.

The rest of the day was spent in the library. If I calculated right, 10:50 am-6:35 p.m. is almost eight hours. Good lord, that's ridiculous. Then I had/wasincrediblylatefor class. Thankfully, it ended early, and I came home, only to get in a fight with Gram. What a wonderful, fulfilling day.

In case you couldn't tell, that last sentence was spewing sarcasm.

And now, here I am, doing more homework. Well, writing this in my short break, but ultimately doing more homework. By the time next Friday gets here, I might be completely dead.

At least I get to road trip it up with Britt AND see Chi this weekend! Worst possible timing ever, but that is pretty much the story of my life, isn't it.