i had another midly irritating day today. today after my class i had like 5 hours to kill until i went to my next class. so i took a little nap, had some lunch, and stared blankly into space for a while. my class started at 4, and it got to be 2:30, so i figured i would just ride my bike, find my classroom, and walk around for a while. so i'm locking up my bike and this guy says "i like your bike, it's really cute! but did you know your back tire was flat?' oops. so i find my classroom, and had like a gagillion hours to kill, so i walked over to 7-11 to get some water (it's so nasty out today!) and a magazine. i then realize that i left my wallet in my apartment. argh. so i go back up to my classroom, at this point there are about 20 minutes until class starts. i thought it was weird that none of the nerds were showing up early to get their science on, so i look in the back of my notebook where i wrote that the class started at 4:30. i was thinking that couldn't be right, so i looked at my schedule. same thing. shit. so i walked over to the library and since i didn't have my id on me, i looked at the syllabi for all my classes tomorrow. i then proceeded to get really overwhelmed (i'm taking a grad level class - i don't know why - and i'm pretty sure it's going to kill me), and by that point, it was time to go to class. there were a few people outside of the room at this point, so that was a good sign. then my professor walked up and set off the gaydar like whoa ... he was wearing a little necklace that reminded me of one my cousin peter's boyfriend wore the last time i saw him and that made me happy. but anyway, class wasn't even 10 minutes long ... and that's fine and all, but i thought after wandering around with my thumb up my ass for 2 hours, i deserved a little more than that. :)
anyway, to make myself feel better, i adopted a purple duckie:
the end!