Some people will wake up and realize its just going to be a productive day. I am not one of those people. A productive day will just happen to me. I've already noticed that today will not be one.
I woke up, went to mass, felt very holy and at peace with the world, and proceeded to sneak into my campus dining hall without paying. Sorry big guy in the sky, this poor college girl has to eat. From there I decided I could run home, grab my homework and run back to campus to sit down and study for a good 4 hours before any of my on campus meeting commenced. Incorrect again GG.
Instead I went home, looked up intramural volleyball calendar times, printed out a few things, facebooked like it was my job, my mom called to ask if I was coming home for thanksgiving (duh, I LOVE turkey) and realized I was two hours into my study time. Time to prep for being productive.
Therefore I gathered my backpack (my big purse was drunkenly left at a fellow friends house....to be retrieved later!) stuffed my laptop in it, grabbed my books...oh and I think I'll throw in my gym clothes too! After my meetings I can be athletic and work out. Probably should throw in my iPod for when I run. Oh no, you're almost dead! Your charger can come along too. Same with blackberry charger. Oh of course I need my phone...but where is it? Roommate can you call it? Is the ringing coming from within my backpack? Yes? Phone you're buried underneath all my stuff inside my backpack? Most excellent. *Proceeds to empty backpack because of severe and alarming crackberry addiction that doesn't allow me to think of anything else besides my blackberry if I don't have it in my hand*
An hour later I am on campus, seated at my computer and ready to begin this homework assignment. A chapter vocab sheet for spanish class. Pretty basic, easily doable.
Except I don't have a pen. Instead lets start a blog with the hour I have between meetings.
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