It's Monday morning and I'm at school again. Blah. Weekends aren't nearly long enough. I'm also hungry, which is a bad thing since I won't be getting any food in me until whenever I get home tonight. If I go to the cafeteria and eat something I'll probably either spill something on my suit or throw up in the middle of my opening statement. Either way, it won't look good.

I'm debating about getting a Red Bull in a little bit. One the one hand, I'm dead tired and I need the energy so I can finish memorizing and practice my opening statement. On the other hand, my nervousness and the adreneline that comes along with that should keep me awake in class. We'll see. I don't want to get too twitchy though.

I really shouldn't be on the computer now. I should be working on my opening statement. But I'm still way tired and figured it would be a good idea to try and wake myself up first.

So - I'm here (in a suit no less) and it's Monday. What else is there to say? Not much really, I'm just wasting time.

Rob kicks all sorts of ass. He's said that he'll cook dinner for me tonight since class is going to run overtime and I won't be home until late. He's so incredible. I don't know what I'd do without him.

Okay, so it's time to stop procrastinating and time to work on my statement.

Oh, I thought this was amusing (and pretty accurate):

Take the What Sex Position Are You? test by Ley Ley