I had country dance class, my conference with my poetry instructor (which turned out to be extremely helpful), then I studied for my Special Ed. 4000 midterm, took the Special Ed. 4000 midterm (don't think I did excellently, but I think I did well enough), worked on poetry homework for an hour, went to my Poli Sci TA's office hours to get help on starting my project proposal (which also turned out to be extremely helpful as well--so surprised!), and then went with Abbie to the math lab for two hours.
I worked on poetry and studied for the Poli Sci midterm while she did math. It always helps when I'm with someone who is doing their work too. If I am left to my own devices, I can find a million and one ways to distract myself from doing what I'm supposed to. If I don't have a choice but to do work, then I actually get it done. It's phenomenal. And since I have worked so well today, I can totally justify watching a couple episodes of Prison Break, guilt-free!
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Our vacuum was returned! I was SO happy. As soon as I got home from school at five, I plugged it in and vacuumed like there was no tomorrow. The feeling I got when I saw two weeks of debris being sucked up out of the carpet was akin to achieving Nirvana. Seriously. It was completely amazing!!! I just want to vacuum again. Even though the carpet is clean.
This phone is Superman. Literally. All other phones should bow down to it. It is utterly indestructible. I have dropped it in the Spectrum down ten concrete steps and nothing has happened to it. I have dropped it countless times before that. Today I was taking the garbage out, and it fell out of my pocket to the ground and then through the balcony railing to the parking lot fifteen feet below. When I rescued it a couple minutes later--popped the battery back in and turned it on--no shattered screen, no fuzzy picture, nothing. Perfectly fine!
This phone is Superman. Literally. All other phones should bow down to it. It is utterly indestructible. I have dropped it in the Spectrum down ten concrete steps and nothing has happened to it. I have dropped it countless times before that. Today I was taking the garbage out, and it fell out of my pocket to the ground and then through the balcony railing to the parking lot fifteen feet below. When I rescued it a couple minutes later--popped the battery back in and turned it on--no shattered screen, no fuzzy picture, nothing. Perfectly fine!
From now on, my phone shall be known as Clark Kent. Clark for short.
I should build Clark a shrine.
A really good day.
(Enhanced by a delicious Caribbean Chicken wrap, and a super cute math tutor. Too bad I wasn't the one being tutored.)
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