But sheesh, will the next two days suck.
I hate that I don't have my Spanish books or my bus pass yet, but all that will be taken care of today - oh yes. I don't have piano class until tomorrow, so no worries about picking up my whopping $5 book yet.
Each time that the quarter starts, I get into tiny frenzies thinking that something will go awry or I forgot to do something and I will thusly not be receiving a student check. I even hold my breath a bit while the person behind the folding table takes my proof of attendance and thumbs through countless F to L's to find Keating. If I don't get the check, boy will I be ska-REWED. One slightly tarnished soul to sell for Spanish text books, por favor.
Aiight, aiight. Maybe not a SOUL. I just might need that later.
My hair has also grown to that annoying length. Any of you who have had short, spiky hair and have grown it back out know the feeling of EW that you get once your hair is long enough to LAY on the back of your neck again. it's all i can do to not shave it. I have instead resorted to putting them in
Sleeeeepeeeee. Eyes already feel like the lids are rimmed with cotton.