**EDITSo I was sifting through files, and I found some pictures that my sister and I took on my computer over break. And they made me happy. She's kind of sick, so these pics will have to do for my get-well hug!
Anyway, back to the point...
The same day I quit the Inquirer, because I am over-scheduled...actually, the same HOUR that I quit the Inquirer, I picked up another radio news shift. The five o'clock (p.m, thank god) hour on Wednesdays.
The same day I quit the Inquirer, because I am over-scheduled...actually, the same HOUR that I quit the Inquirer, I picked up another radio news shift. The five o'clock (p.m, thank god) hour on Wednesdays.
Because I'm a psychopath.
I'm done with classes for the day, which is awesome, but I have tons of things to get done.
Today my short story Professor used me as an example in front of the class. He discussed our assignment for next class, and as we all stood up to go, he said:
"Oh, and see her? Abby, with the coffee? I know it's an eight o'clock class but some of us know how to fix that. I want you all awake next class."
He may not like me very much but at least he is aware that I remain conscious during his class. Unlike the music majors.
Also, if we're keeping track of my maturation or development as a relatively independent human being, I realized this morning that I haven't bothered to match my socks in approximately a month.
I'm awesome.
