FREEEEEE...

Someone in Hibbard bonk the fire alarm and end this class...for my sake.

Of course, I'm not paying attention anymore. I haven't for weeks now. Not going to change my mind.

What's new? Not much. I'm figuring out who I have to go to to get a Lit minor applied to my Creative Writing major. Once that's on there, I can then sign up for classes on November 5th. No worries. Once that's on there I'll feel secure enough to start signing up for Master's programs overseas.

40 minutes to go...

I think I'm going to have the physical therapist look at my posture the next time I see her. I've got pain in my back again and it's starting to get irritating. I'm turning into my mother, who can't sit for long periods. I already warned her about graduation being hours and hours long...and between Grandma Sackett, Mom, and me, it's going to be like the Yo-Yo Brigade.

At least half the class hasn't turned up today. I almost didn't.

30 minutes.

I look like a gypsy queen today. Got chandelier earrings, a bandanna, and dark eye makeup on. If my clothes actually fit what I look like today I'd be perfect (maybe I can try it again next week and wear a (gasp!) skirt instead.

Of course, that would mean I'd have to have dress shoes and I don't think I have those down here. Whoops.

25 minutes.

Less than 20 minutes.

Finally, we're discussing something I want to pay attention to. About 5 minutes from now we're going to slip back into a stupor. Wait for it, wait for it...

And two minutes later here we are. Bored bored bored.

15!

10!

5!

The stock market appears to be rallying a bit. It's been going under all week, and I suspect this little spot of positiveness is going to end quite soon.

Just a few minutes left. He won't let us out early; he never does.

I have several stories to work on this weekend. And I probably won't write on this blog tomorrow thanks to being with my parents all day long. I'll try, but I make no promises.

So, le weekend is about a minute away. Come on, come on...I want to go...I want to listen to that new John Barrowman song till my ears fall off (and not just 'cause he's heyo, Captain Jack. It's 'cause he's good and the song's good, too.)

TA!

Bec