Missed Class

You know...I truly hate it when I miss class. It just feels like I am cheating for some reason. Its all because the "professors" have programmed us to think that missing classes that we are paying for is an egregious error on our part...and for that we must perish.

Except that it wasn't the professors that programmed me that way. It was my beautiful mother.

So now after 1 missed class, 1 full class, and 1 half class (I hate it when teachers do that too. It gives me too much time to go get a giant cinnamon roll and a fruit cup to make it seem healthier) here I am in the computer lab waiting for SBC global to let me log in to my e-mail account and looking at an e-mail of kittens and bunnies.

I just don't know if life could get too much more exciting. The only way it could was if George Clooney walked in RIGHT NOW!

Which he didn't. So oh well.

Eyeballs in my head

Man I did some serious micro-managing and multitasking this week. I think I finally learned how mother's become so knowledgeable in the ways of spying and ultimately seeing out of the back of their heads.

You get to the point where you are juggling so many things, efficiently enough, that at the end of it all...as awful as it was...you can't help but be ridiculously proud. It's like giving birth to a stack of reports, proposals, research papers, and query letters without the unwanted papercuts in your unmentionable area. I wonder why some people are so scared of becoming responsible.

I also wonder when exactly I made the full transition from being a good, albeit disorganized and lazy, high school student to a full fledged "Monica Gellar" adult. Like crazy organized and cleanly. It drives my sister bonkers. It probably isn't too healthy. Oh well.

I made it through the week though. I made it through the day even. And tomorrow is here. So I will go to sleep, and then get up and keep going. So is the rest of my life. Amen. Hooray.