another day, another week...
For some reason, even though I spent three days a week getting up at 6am for my 8am class last semester--i can't get my lazy ass out of bed at 7am for my 9am ONE DAY A WEEK.
For the second time in a row, I pulled into the Trowbridge parking lot and watched the bus that would make me on time to class pull away. Freakin hell. It's the difference of two or three minutes, really. And it's pissing me off. Anyways, I parked and had to wait ten minutes for the next stupid bus to come. Once again, I was five minutes late to class. Not only am I five minutes late to class, I didn't eat or have my morning coffee. Thus, I am dead to the world. I need a coffee maker that I can set to an alarm. I also need a travel mug since my mom swiped my last one.
Bah. Humbug.
For the second time in a row, I pulled into the Trowbridge parking lot and watched the bus that would make me on time to class pull away. Freakin hell. It's the difference of two or three minutes, really. And it's pissing me off. Anyways, I parked and had to wait ten minutes for the next stupid bus to come. Once again, I was five minutes late to class. Not only am I five minutes late to class, I didn't eat or have my morning coffee. Thus, I am dead to the world. I need a coffee maker that I can set to an alarm. I also need a travel mug since my mom swiped my last one.
Bah. Humbug.