[insert sigh of exasperation here.]

oh, what a day.

i don't have a car here; it's still in silly muskego, waiting patiently to be better and back with me. i don't think my parents think it's going to last very much longer.

consequently, i had to walk to class today for the first time in AGES. it was, sadly, extremely tiring. and my nose ran. and my hair blew. needless to say, i disliked it greatly.

howe'er, i got my second journalism test back, on which i received a 98%. not to brag or anything, but if i had magnets, it would definitely be on my fridge right now. alas. at least it made it worth it to walk to class.

or so i thought.

sometime on said walk to class, i got pooped on by a bird.

i didn't even know it! who does that honestly happen to besides the girl in now and then?! seriously. and maybe on an old school bob sagat america's funniest home video.

i stood up to leave class today and doug informed me there was something in my hair. "It looks like paint," he said.

"well, get it out!" [i don't want anything in my hair, paint or otherwise.]

putz with hair here. make sad, girly face since hair is ruined. slap white wall on right, put on coat.

"is it like this? this looks like semen..." i pointed at my sleeve, and a faint white something or another on it.

"yeah! kind of like that!" jaw drops as backpack is put on.

fingers point, eyes go wide as the realization of what is on the shoulder strap sets in.

BIRD POOP.

what the flip is that. honestly.

on a postive note, i got to hang out with kelly tonight, and it seems like seriously ten years since we were freshman year roomates. it's such a different time now; it seems like we're such different people. it's always refreshing to see her.

i'm walking to class again tomorrow with joe; he told me to bring an umbrella.