I'm at school already and it's only 7:45. I had to drop my mom off at the airport this morning and it only made sense to come here. However, I should be reading for class today.
I am so ready to be done with school. I don't know if it's the baby or the fact that it's my last semester, but I feel like i have to drag myself here every morning.
Juuuust missed top 10. Dang.
Stephanie, I didn't realize this was your last semester. Go you! I bet your feelings are a combo of the baby and last semester wanting-to-just-get-it-over-ness.
Kristin, you'll always be in my top ten :)
Wheee! And lucky 13 on top of it.
Weird. I haven't seen a new thread in ages.
Burrell, your tag line just cracked me up big time.
Good thing hardly anyone's in the office yet.
I liked "Not have sex." It sorta seemed...
Ah well. First 20. G'timelies, Bitches. Recycling and trash are out. And now? Back to bed.
I'm glad to know it still makes people laugh, Frankenbuddha.
Burrell, I've been meaning to tell you a funny little story, but I haven't seemed to be posting *with* you for a while.
Right before Spring break my creative writing professor had promised to get us back the Sestinas we had written. Well, he got sick (and actually came to teach sick, poor guy!) and didn't get them done. So, he brought a stack of envelopes and told us if we wanted them back before he saw us next to address an envelope, and he'd mail them during Spring break.
I was the only person to fill out an envelope. I turned it in to him but laughed and said, "Um...I guess I'm the only one that cares, so don't feel the need to rush to get it done on my account. I can wait till after break."
I clearly have very different expectations of both myself and professors. Sometimes those are good...sometimes, I'm starting to learn, they're a bit unreasonable (both for me and the profs).