all this and it's only 8:03 in the morning

I have been awake for 40 minutes and already have a bloody toe and have been scared completely awake. Where is usually takes an hour for me to wake up, this morning is just half a second as I watched a giant cockroach scuttle by right next to my foot.

I was on the phone this morning with Matthew as I was walking into Langford, and poor guy, he got a loud scream right in his ear as I threw open the door. Somehow my toe got in the path of the door and I thought I stubbed it. But no, I looked down to examine my "stubbed" toe and see that it's actually sliced, not stubbed, and blood is beginning to come from it. So I scoot into the bathroom to clean it up and as I bend down to get some toilet paper, a huge cockroach makes its way past my foot. Again, another loud scream and a jump back, heart racing at this point.

I clean my foot with the "antibacterial hand soap" in the sink and make my way to class a little flustered and in pain. And it's only 8:03 in the morning. I probably should have known something would happen to me while I was on the phone this morning. Everytime I see people on the phone walking to class before 8:00 I have to think to myself, "Seriously, what could they possibly have to talk about at 8:00 in the morning, and who, besides the people walking to class are actually up this early?" I always chuckle to myself, but this morning, I was one of "those" people. 8:00 in the morning = not wide awake. Not wide awake + a cell phone = bad things. Bad things = sliced toe.

2 Weeks

Well the first summer session came and went with very long days but it made the weeks go by quickly. Now I only have two weeks left of the second summer session and thank goodness. I am so tired of school and sitting in class, especially a four hour computer class. 8-12 in the morning are not the best hours in the world for me.