My blogs are far more interesting when I'm depressed or have nothing to do: Take Two

When I get to the point where I'm procrastinating blogposts, then there's something seriously wrong.

There's nothing too wrong though, just need to iron out the kinks in this multifaceted life of mine.

Thursday!
Was a great day. I managed to write an introduction for my 1500 word essay that was due the next day. I would have probably finished it that evening if not for Vice Presidential debate. I agree with most when they say that Sarah Palin did surprisingly well. Unfortunately, I also agree with Jon Stewart when he said that Sarah Palin doing surprisingly well is like Andy Dick only drinking half a bottle of Laundry Detergent. I got home at 11:30 after work to find that my laptop's charger was broken. I was too tired anyway so I just went to sleep.

Friday!
Was a great day. I attended Child Psych just so I could hand in my anally retentive paper. I skipped Modern Drama however, which I found out was an okay thing to do since nothing even happened. In the space of the three hours I had remaining to hand in that 1500 word Development of Western Civilization paper about Gulliver's Travels, I managed to write and edit a 1499 essay. I'm pretty sure it was an amazing essay too.

Saturday!
Was a great day. Woke up terribly early to go Filipino food shopping with mama causing her to spend twice as much as she normally would. Got home, cleaned my room, went to school to watch anime, readings etc.

Sunday!
Was a great day. Full of eating and frivolity. Not a lot else.

Monday!
Is a great day. Fell asleep and dribbled a bit in Stats-Psych but it doesn't really matter because everyone else was asleep anyway. Pop quiz in Child-Psych which I'm pretty sure I did very averagely in. Modern Drama was a nightmare...in a way. Dr. Kroll wasn't having a good day and didn't know what was going on (bless her, she's like 80). We wasted a good half hour because she didn't know what book we were reading. I lent her my copy and she still kept going to the wrong book. Mid-class people started getting fed up (or lazy) and just agreed with everything she said. At the end of class as I was retrieving my copy of Brecht's Baal, I had a neat talk with her. She remember by name at least (or some variation..."Ho-yo" or "Joho" is as good as it gets I guess). "You wanna know a secret Hoyo? You know how when you open a can of Spaghetti" she said, "and you know how you drain it through a siv?" to which I smiled and nodded even though I didn't have a clue what was going on. "That's how I'm feeling right now", she said through the biggest, goofiest grin I've ever seen.

Let's hope I get some study in today.