Let me start by saying that I hate being tired. I'm really, well, tired of it. Possibly because of the fact that over the summer I got into the habit of sleeping during the day and staying up all night. Which my parents absolutely hated, thus forcing me to try and change it around. All summer. Bleh. Here, of course, it's because of my IDIOT HEATER that starts going crashrattlebangsmashclangpingpingping at odd times during the night, thus forcing me to wake up for half an hour at a time each time. Raarg. Compounding the problem is the fact that I live on the 5th floor of Callahan Hall. The elevator sucks, so I get to walk up and down 5 flights of stairs 6 or 7 times each day. My feet hurt. Every single day. This makes me unhappy. Then I get to go to class. Which, fortunately, is my BORING loser econ prof. Instead of intelligently falling asleep like all the people around me, I sit and read AoK strats all 2 hours of class, popping my head up every five minutes just to realize that I already know what he's talking about. THEN I have my ever fun math recitation, which is populated by idiots that refuse to go to class/do the homework, and ask stupid questions like "What's the answer to the problem that the professor did on the board twice last time?" and "Can you do this insanely easy problem that takes a chimpanzee about 5 seconds to do in his head?" this takes up well over half an hour. Again, unlike the smart people who fell asleep, I stayed up all period. The quiz at the end of class was so easy that the proverbial chimpanzee could do the work in his head in TWO seconds instead of 5.

Proceed to shopping. I've been after this book for like 3 months. I KNOW that I have money on my card, cause I JUST put a ton on. Walk in the store, and the guy is like "Uh, they don't like your card." Well crap. I resist my urge to run over to my bank and decapitate a bunch of people, go get some stuff at the store, and go back to my friend's apartment, then go home. Tip of the day: Do NOT walk down the street with a thing of bread and a ziplock bag like it is perfectly normal. People will look at you REALLY strangely. Like this really cute girl I passed. Doh.

And as a final note, the entire population of Callahan Hall waits eagerly until I go to take a shower, then they run in and flush the toilets repeatedly just so that the cold water will never kick in and I will get 3rd degree burns from the water. It's a conspiricy, I tell you. The government is AFTER me.

[edit]I forgot some stuff. The fool on the really loud lawnmower outside needs to shot.[/edit]

[more edit]<holds up a loaf of sourdough french bread> Dinner, Tontos. Tontos, Dinner. <eats the bread>

Don't naps just ROCK?[/more edit]