So it Begins...
What does it say about life when the best thing that happened to me today was training/working?
Somehow I didn't make it home until 3+ hrs. after work. Slugbooks. Slugbooks not having all my books as advertised. BayTree. Traffic. Gas. Traffic. Being witness to a woman hitting a guy on a bike. Traffic.
Class starts tomorrow, as everyone who reads this journal knows. Am I excited? Not really. I have 10 books sitting on my dresser though. Ahhhh the lovely life of a Socy major. Speaking of majors and minors, I should check out declaring this quarter. I'm no longer mailbox #1, 'Aa...' bitches. It doesn't really matter because I tried to open it today and couldn't figure out/remember how- I love feeling like the idiot I truly am.
Somehow I didn't make it home until 3+ hrs. after work. Slugbooks. Slugbooks not having all my books as advertised. BayTree. Traffic. Gas. Traffic. Being witness to a woman hitting a guy on a bike. Traffic.
Class starts tomorrow, as everyone who reads this journal knows. Am I excited? Not really. I have 10 books sitting on my dresser though. Ahhhh the lovely life of a Socy major. Speaking of majors and minors, I should check out declaring this quarter. I'm no longer mailbox #1, 'Aa...' bitches. It doesn't really matter because I tried to open it today and couldn't figure out/remember how- I love feeling like the idiot I truly am.