2nd Posting (isn't this a creative title?)

The part of myself that procrastinates really wants to be typing this tomorrow morning, but I shall persevere. The day began with me hitting the snooze button. I ate cereal while checking my facebook as I often do. I left in a rush because I waited until last minute to organize my backpack, opps. Then I asked the random guy across the street if I missed the 75, though I feel a pinch of guilt because once I told him he missed the bus only to have it whiz by a few minutes later. That was an accident though, honestly. On the way to where we transfer downtown Brad and I complain about the cold and the snow. I say I'm starting to get used to it (but later in the day freeze my arse off.) and that I like the snow when it's fresh, I could do without ice though. Harley and Jordan aren't at the bus stop I note. At school Annie shows me pictures on her laptop. I'm behind a blog in Blogging with Becky, but am catching up right now. Natalie and I joke around as we gather our presentation on Machu Picchu. We decide to do a powerpoint for brownie points :] which also means we will be working on it during lunch. In my morning rush I forgot to bring my sweats for dance, luckily Natalie has a spare pair. We're doing yoga in dance? I find that kind of surprising, but I don't mind, I would do it in my spare time if I had the motivation. In Current Events Rich tells us to take minimal notes on a packet that he hands out. I wonder if I should make a joke because I've been known for taking too many notes for Rich. (Video Production) Cadex why must we write a script about the future of the U.S.? And finally I reach the last class of the day, painting 2 with Booka. I begin drawing the Greek Goddess Hestia, then erase everything, and re-draw it, this process continues the entire period. "I get to go home." is the word after we leave class "I get to go to work." I reply. I start work a half hour early and therefore do not have time to eat. There is a larger rush than usual as 25% proceeds go to Sibley's dance team. I get antsy as 8 o'clock nears because I have an errand to run and then lots of blogging to do. I gobble up my delicious penne rosa as my mom and I drive to target to buy notebooks and such. My mom takes the long way home, the rush was for nothing. And I digress. Night loves.

(Am I the only one who thinks I lead a boring life? This is what a lot of my days are actually like.)