8:01 a.m.: Finally force myself to wake up. I really don't want to. I have a headache, I'm exhausted, and I know I have a full, migraine-inducing day ahead of me. I haul my sorry butt out of bed and start packing up my stuff . . . have to bring a laptop, which weighs too freaking much, and also bring DVD's and a flash drive for my Journalism camera project. I've already done my interview, with a guy who works at Rock Bottom Comics, and I helped my primary partner with her interview yesterday. Today, I get to help a third partner film her interview with the manager of Shakespeare's pizza.
8:30 a.m.: Time to leave for school. The problem? My roommate is still getting ready. GAWD!!
8:50 a.m.: Okay, we're actually going to make it to class on time. For once the buses ran when they were supposed to. All is well in the world.
10:45 a.m.: Class is over . . . whoot! I feel like I'm learning a lot in the class, all things considered. Problem? Our professor used faulty logic to prove a point about racism in journalism. Yes, it's present in some cases, but the method he used to get his point across . . . didn't quite hold water. My roommate was more offended by it than I was, though; that's one difference between he and I: even though we're both opinionated about stuff, we're passionate about things in different ways. He's more vocal about stupidity and wasted time than I am, whereas I'm more outspoken about being taken advantage of and of people being jerks.
11:00 a.m.: Spanish class. My teacher is pretty dang cool. She's a youngish Cuban woman, who is very cute and sweet most of the time, but is also able to be intimidating when necessary ("Are we clear? Si? No? Why are we not clear?"). Unfortunately, today she is the bearer of bad news: there is a test . . . tomorrow. Ugh.
12:00 p.m.: Got me some lunch at the Student Center. I'm so hungry, I order penne alfredo and pimp that mo'fo out! Broccoli! Mushrooms! Chicken! Ohhh, it's so good! Then I see one of my roommates pass by, and I decide to text him. He doesn't notice me, so he just texts me back, "Hi," and walks right past me. I text him again: "You just passed me again." This time, he comes back, scans the area, and decides to sit down and eat lunch with me. We have a pretty good time talking about old times, old friends, and things we don't miss at all. While we're eating, my primary partner for the journalism class walks over and drops off the camera equipment for later, when my other partner and I go to Shakespeare's. As she walks away, my roommate says (fairly loudly) something along the lines of, "Are you going to bone that?" Oy. :P
1:00 p.m.: Excellent lunch. I'm going to the Student Union to zone out in one of the comfy chairs. Ahhh, so comfy! Then the roommate who rode to school with me comes over and takes a seat. We chat for a while, and bewail the fact that we don't have enough time between classes to take a nice nap. Oh, well . . .
2:44 p.m.: Met up with my other partner at Shakespeare's pizza. Unfortunately, our interviewee was late . . . we did get free sodas, though! :D
3:20 p.m.: Wow, the manager of Shakespeare's is really nice. Funny dude. Even he didn't have a definite idea of how Shakes' got its name, though, although he speculated that "the original owner was sitting around with some friends, smoking, ummm . . . Salems and drinking . . . ummmm . . . root beer . . . and I think I heard his girlfriend actually came up with the name. For me, though, I feel as though the name is an ironic contrast to what I always experienced in English class . . . boring, almost unreadable stories by a boring guy . . . and then what I really want is a cold beer and pizza. So I go to Shakespeare's . . . to get away from Shakespeare."
3:35 p.m: We're late for class, and made even later by the fact that class is being held in the library today. We can't find our class at first, going upstairs, downstairs--everywhere. Turns out there's a set of sliding glass doors off to the side somewhere, where there's a classroom. Wotta twist!
5:19 p.m.: My partners and I can't get our film project to transfer to our respective computers. It's driving us a bit bonkers, and we have no idea what we're doing wrong. Worse, because we HAVE to get it done, I'm unable to give my roommate a ride back to the house. I have failed as a roommate.
5:23 p.m.: Met with T.A. at long last, who proceeded to explain why, exactly, I was appointed team leader, and then explained what was expected of me. Conversation proceeds as follows:
T.A.: I hate to out myself as a Trekkie, but think of the group as the Starship Enterprise. You're the warp core.
Me: We cannae dewwww it, Cap'n! We dinnae hae the pow'r!
T.A.: Haha, yeah, and your assistant is the impulse engines. She can keep the project moving on her own, but you're the only one who can get it where it needs to be.
Me: I see, so she can get us out of Spacedock, but I'm the only one who can get us into warp speed and away from the exploding Genesis planet.
T.A.: Exactly, and I think that's my cue to end this conversation.
Yeah. I know. You don't even have to say anything about that conversation.
6:00 p.m.: Work . . . which was not cancelled, after all. For once, I scheduled the right night to work--not because I had a successful sales venture but because tonight there were at least 4 new girls on duty--yay. The bad news? I didn't make ANY sales, and I royally sucked at "Jeopardy!" for the first time in a long time.
9:00 p.m.: One of my supervisors is kind enough to drive me back to my parking spot across campus. Y'know, even though we kind of got off to a rocky start, we've finally reached the point where we get along pretty dang well--cool guy.
9:05 p.m.: Great. Buncha birds decided to use my car for target practice. Unfortunately, their aim is true, indeed.
9:30 p.m.: Need to do homework . . . need to study for Spanish test . . . need a freaking NAP. Can't win 'em all, I guess; Facebook it is!
10:00 p.m.: Nothing on T.V. except "Family Guy" . . . ugh. Maybe I should start studying now. Nahhh . . .
10:20 p.m.: Hmmm . . . haven't blogged in a while.
11:11 p.m.: Mr. Eli: "Holy frijoles!"
12:45 a.m.: Enough's enough! I need to study--NOW!!
12:46 a.m.: Uhhhhh . . . why, yes, I did vote for William Howard Taft during the Great Tuna War of SNNNNKKKKKKKKZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!
4:07 a.m.: Aw, Fuddrucker!! I fell asleep! Okay, enough's enough; I need to study! I need to . . . SNNNNNKKKKKZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!
8:01 a.m.: DANGITTTTT!!!!