Gregaissance 137.0
Well, this week was pretty swell. It's six in the morning Friday, so I guess I'm allowed to do a retrospective. Valentine's Day--Monday to those of us who only have insignificant others, ha ha--was not as bad as it coulda been thanks to family, friends, and sushi. Tuesday I went job hunting with Bri and had a bang-up time, before the worst head ache of my life beat the tar outta me. I ended up going to the cafe with Vlad, Ashley, Matt, and Sam, anyway. Steve was still ignoring his phone on account of his fears it might be his own personal Peter Unger. Wednesday had me missing two classes, discovering I have a 48 average in Finite Math, and going to the mall with Vlad and Steve. Thursday--yesterday--today--whatever--I woke up at three in the afternoon and that night drove through four hours of traffic to Sarasota with Vlad and Steve to surprise Ashley on her birfday. She was surprised, which made it worth it. A shorter--but no more enjoyable--two hour drive later, I found myself back in O-Town, writing yet another paper. And now it's time for bed. Full week, and tomorrow should close it with a bang. A bit less than four hours of sleep from now, I'll be on my way to print my paper at the library (thanks, printer, you cocksucker), then three classes, an interview with the good people at Panera Bread Company, then the two hour drive to Palm City, and possibly a trip to the fair with my bestest hometown chums. And I need to fit an online American Government quiz in there somewhere, being as I've already missed two. I swear, this is the last week of slacking off. Next week, and every one after that, it's bike rides to the gym in the mornings, classes and homework in the day, club duties and work at night. That's right, folks, it's time for the newest, best version of myself. You'd think reinventing oneself would get tiring, huh?? You'd think.