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This week everything really hit the fan.
I like that phrase, "hit the fan".
I feel that it really gives an accurate description about how everything has been going this week.

For example, my umbrella broke Monday.
You guys would've laughed.
Seriously- I was coming out of COBA, and I opened up my umbrella, and in the same instance, a breeze on steroids decides to come through with no good intentions and turns it inside out. This, of course, breaks one of the holder-upper-pole-thingies, but I manage to turn it the right way, and everything was almost happy again, when a second hurricane came through and tore 7/8 of the holder-upper-pole-thingies apart, so that I was left with nothing but a flaccid remnant of an umbrella, far beyond repair. I got so mad at it that I jammed the opening/closing apparatus down, which broke the spring (for some reason umbrellas contain springs? Who knew?) and sent a lot of a little metal pieces flying. A girl screamed. And then I threw it away in the trashcan behind the library.

Yes, "holder-upper-pole-thingies" and "pull opening/closing apparatuses". These are technical terms. It's like when I used to call Mike a "boy-man-thing" behind his back.
Because he is...

And then on Tuesday I worked on a project from 10:30 am to 7:00 pm.
That is over 8 consecutive hours, GUYS.
And then did some more homework from 7 to 9.
Was that project the same one that I was doing on my weekend "off"?
Yes. Yes it was.
But now that bizz-nitch is DONE and now I can spend my Sunday afternoons doing something else.
Like watching football with Mike.
Yay?

And then we were going over our test in accounting, and I put "none of the above" for an answer, which was wrong, but then I explained my assumption to the teacher in front of everyone and he could see what I explained, so now he's going to change the answer.
So now I legitimately received an A along with a few high fives from classmates who did the same thing, but didn't want to speak up.
Good, SOLID high-fives.
I was like a hero.

And then today I spent over two hours writing an article summary and doing tax research.
Like ACTUAL TAX RESEARCH, GUYS.
Do you realize I'm not even getting paid for doing this????

AND THEN...
my milk expired.

Have you ever not wanted to shower SO BAD that you just didn't?
That's how I am today.
Too much information? Too bad.
And every so often, I'll smell something weird, and it makes me sad when I realize it's me. I'm not really concerned with other people being offended by me because no one gets all up in my hair like I do, so I'm really just more amused with how gross I look and feel.
I'm not becoming a hobo; it's just for today- I promise.
But now I get to go home and take the most invigorating shower!

Then after that, I have to go over to my friend Chris's house to work on a presentation for Managerial II. At least Chris is cool. And he kind of looks like me, which is also cool, but kind of weird.

And then tomorrow, I have to wake up in the morning and actually be a person when I very much don't feel like being a person.

Life is so much easier said than done.

We're not in Kansas anymore,
TWS