Satan's Day

I woke up this morning at quarter to five to get to work by 6 for black friday.

 People in general aren't right. Waking up at an ungodly hour to get the "best" deal on black friday. I told a friend at work that today is Satan's day. People turn ugly, bust through the store doors, not wanting to be helped, and then yell at you if you are helped. It's ridiculous. Case in point, my friend was trying to help a lady and told her that she "didn't want any help! and the music was too loud!" Awesome. 

I shouldn't have had that second clementine...

Ohhh. My stummy feels funny. 

You know what sucks. Imagine. Walking into your room ready to undress and unwind from a day full of middle schoolers and uppity bath and body works customers to only find an old, withered man in your bed!! Come on! Sleep in your own freaking bed Dad! He claims that he sleeps better in my bed because my mattress is superior to his.

Watch It!

After my presentation on Emotional and Behavioral Disorders tonight, I decided to skip the additional 2 hours of presentations. As I was riding my bike throughout the parking lot I almost got hit...twice! It was like I was invisible or something. I must bring a light with me now on because it is getting darker. But I mean, come on, drivers need to respect. One guy was busting through a stop sign and the other just plain cut me off. 

I was flipping through some blogs and found this sweet little number. What a beauty and lightweight. Most importantly hand-made with love.

Hmm

This weekend I went to my sister's condo after I took my exam and basically stayed there until 2 in the morning. It was like Quarantine but not. First when I entered, the walls and door were just painted so it smelt of fumes, then they're electricity went out in the entire complex, and then it started pouring. Now, it wouldn't have been so bad, but we had to open the windows to let out the fumes and the rain came in. Needless to say, this was beautifully planned. So Leah and I just sat on the couch and talked. It was much needed. After about an hour the electricity came on.

Praxis Deux

Praxis what?? I've been studying for on and off today for the last big exam I'll ever have to do to become a teacher. If I don't passed, then I'm in deep weeds. My friend, Jenn, cut, I mean, chopped my hair off. Literally. She took the scissors and went at it. She did a wonderful job. Now, to just get rid of this cold sore and write that paper and finish up that presentation, and begin on another, the list never ends. 

I interrupt your usual program...

I now ask the obvious and obnoxious question of the day:

Did you vote? If not, too late.