the answer to "is it really THAT bad?" and other insincere questions...

Today was one of those days. As I tripped down the stairs this morning, (after over-sleeping, jabbing myself in the eyeball with mascara, forgetting to eat breakfast and misplacing my English homework), I considered the likely possibility that my day would play out like one of those movie montage scenes. The kind with music in the background, where you see short clips of one horrible disaster after another befalling the poor hero/heroine. So yep, that was my day. In the middle of my fourth coughing fit during my morning class, I simply gave up and began laughing like a loon. This had poor Nicole and Kody, my peeps (and saviors; but that's another story...) afraid first for my health, then their own, once they decided it was quite possible I had gone mad. Now that I am once again calmed, self-possessed and reoriented, I think it is quite possible I have.

Officially began my tutoring today...my first tutee made me feel all big sisterly. She's a freshman, greener than the grass in May, and all excitable about life, liberty and the pursuit of an over-priced education. First thing on our session agenda: learn how to read a syllabus. :)

The above situation reminded me of just how much I miss my lil sisters. Darn. I told one of my friends the other day how much I miss them, and she told me I was sort of pathetic. I think maybe I am. Good thing I make pathetic look awesome... :S

So I'm kind of dreading my class tomorrow; the one with my arch-enemy. I have absolutely zero energy to take him on right now. But he's just so...annoying. When someone is THAT convinced he's totally awesome, and decides it's his prerogative to tear everyone around him down in order to convince them of how much more awesome than them he is, it's virtually irresistable to put them in their place. Right? That is my latest argument/defense for the ongoing armed hostilities between him and I. (Well, armed on my part, anyway...)

:D