A Good Day

Today is going to be a good day. Because yesterday was, by far, one of the crappiest and yuckiest of my existence. How this came to be makes littles sense to anyone outside my crazy head, except, of course, for the prettiest girl, who almost always understands my silliness. But it was crappy. Mondays are hard. Very hard. I think it's the bad taste that Global Politics exam left in my mouth. And since three to four hours of the day are spent in that frame of mind, a certain tension builds up. Thereafter, I am stuck with Senile Stavro, who lectures like a pothead who's decided it would be a good idea to drink four cups of espresso within the hour, and to use powdered Ecstasy as sweetener. Terrifying, I tell you. Although I must say, yesterday's lecture wasn't as completely incomprehensible as usual. These unfortunate events, paired with three incidences of clumsiness and forgetfulness on my part, (I spilled coffee on my love's bag, photocopied only one side of a reading we both needed and forgot to turn over the laundry last night) compounded my misery. In the end, even a kick ass lecture via the new, improved hot prof couldn't pull me out of a well-established funk.
But that is not the issue now. The issue now is how very much better today will be, and how very much more effective my time will be.
In other news, POST 300 is well under wraps. I need to write two critical position papers for tomorrow. Odiousness that we still have to do those bastardous things. Ah well. The key thing is, write what you got from the reading in a page. And leave it at that. It's really very simple. And I think it's good for studying, you know? There's something about that summary process that enforces memory.
Aaaanyway, That's the word for now. I'm almost sad to post this because it means my fighting poodles are going into the archive. Please visit them and love them. I think I find a lot of meaning in them. *sniffle*...(not)