It's Been a Day and a Half

So today is one of those days that you wish would never creep back into your life ever again. It's the kind of day that just all around sucks. It's that kind of day where everything likes to go wrong at least three times for you. It's the kind of day where you look down at your shirt six hour after you put it on and realize that it has tiny little bits of crap all over it. (And you pray that it's not really crap...) It's the kind of day where you look like death warmed over, and you run into every attractive man on camps. And it's awkward. Just relish it. I personally blame Obama. It's the kind of day where your professor checks you out. It's the kind of day where someone can tell you that you are pretty and you think that it has a secret meaning attached to it that means you are a beast. It's the kind of day where you say stupid things to your roommates, but they still love you anyways, because they know it's that kind of day. (I love you, Mary!) It's the kind of day where you avoid talking to anyone and everyone in you second home, the library, for fear of what may or may not come out of your mouth. It's the kind of day where you hope that the Legacy people call you asking for money, just so you can curtly say no. It's the kind of day where even after you work out, you are a little ticked off. It's the kind of day where you fail a Psych test and feel like a total moron because Allport was just too boring for you. It's the kind of day when your spell check conviently decides to stop working. It's the kind of day where your goldfish drowns. It's an awesome day all around. And so dear readers, it's been a day. And we'll just leave it at that. If you ever have one yourself, I would love to hear all about it. We can compare. Thank you and goodnight.