So yesterday...it was pretty good too me...so I wanna write about it...so when I have a bad day or something, I can read this and be like "Awww...why does my life suck today?'

Anywho...the way it started off, I thought it was actually going to be a horrible day.  See, on Tuesdays and Thursdays my first class is at 11am (and on MWF, my first class is at 1115am), and for some reason every now and then I think that I don't have to leave for my 11am class...until 11.  (I apparently think my entire week starts at 1115...oi.)

Hey, I'm a blonde.  Shuddup.

So yeah, yesterday...was one of those days...so I meander down the stairs out into the great outdoors, and realize that there is like nobody walking around.  The 'd'oh!' smacks me so hard on my head that I almost get a concussion...so I take off at a very fast paced walk (like I'm gonna run in khakis...pshaw.)  Oh yeah, in addition to running late, I'm supposed to take a test in this class...so A.) I'm late for a test...and B.) Since I'm taking a test all I have with me is a pencil and my vocab that I've studied off of.

So there I go, powerwalking through campus to the Combs building...and run up the stairs (fastest I've ever climbed four flights in my life).  Turn the corner in the hallway, and actually meet up with a fellow classmate (yay, I'm not the only late one!)...and we walk into class.  First thing I noticed was that nobody was hunkered down over their desks taking a test.  The second thing I noticed was that the desk I had to sit in...was waaaaay to small for me. (We are crammed in like sardines in that room...I hate it). 

So I sit down...and realize that we're actually learning new material today (On Attractiveness...this is a Social Psych class...and the lecture yesterday was actually pretty interesting...if anyone has to take a Psych class...take that one.)  So I'm sitting there wondering to myself why there's no test...because you see, I was a juvenile deliquent and didn't attend last Thursdays class.  Oops?

So my imagination takes off on me...with thoughts ranging from the panicked 'Maybe they took the test Thursday?!' to 'Maybe class was cancelled on Thursday...and I got a free absence...schweet.' to 'Maybe there is no test...like in the Matrix...there really is no spoon.'

Alas, it was none of those.  Come to find out that last Thursday, out of the 40 (or so) students that are in this class...6 showed up.  Who knew 33 other people had the same idea?  That's crazy.  But yeah, 34 or so aren't there, and the Prof didn't even write up the test to review over.  So test on Thursday. 

Moving on to my next class...I actually had to run back to the dorm, because like I said, I only had my vocab and a pencil on my because I thought I was taking an exam...and thus would get out early.  I book it upstairs grab my backpack and bag for Aerobic Walking...and leave the dorm out the back door.  Take about 5 steps away (just far enough to get out of the way of the door to let it close and lock behind me), and then realize that I had forgotten my cellphone (not that I actually needed that) and a 'beater to change into for Aerobic Walking.  Oi!  So I have to walk back around to the front door to get in...

So I walk fast (Again, no running...still in khakis) and finally get into the building.  Climb the stairs to get to the 3rd floor...and after waiting for my roomie to open the door...grab a 'beater and my phone.  It's now 1225 and my class starts at 1230. 

Ok, so I'm back outside behind the dorm with all my stuff that I need and I cut through the Clay/Employee parking lot.  On the way past Clay I hear a "Whoowoow" or something to that nature (*fillincatcallhere*).  I don't turn...a second later I hear a "Hey!"...so this time I turn.  When I look over I see at least two guys...and maybe a girl (?)...one of the guys waves (I seriously think it was the Faux-Nigel)...and I wave back...and continue on my way.  Sorry, couldn't stop...I gotta get to class!

Again, climb 4 flights of stairs...and actually enter class right behind the Prof.  Goooo me...khakis and all.  So now I'm in PreCal...and hot as hell since I've been bookin' it.  (It was 75 yesterday...and gorgeous.)  For like the first 10 minutes I sit there trying to cool down...and vaguely follow along to the lecture since it's on Trig, and I actually know Trig...it's the whole calculus thing I don't get.

Anywho:  We continue with putting problems on the board...and I actually raise my hand to do one (which is a big thing since I'm hardly ever confident in my math skillage).  So blah blah blah, I put up my answer...and all the work...and sit back down.  We go over the 5 or 6 problems that have been put up, and I get a 'good job' on mine...too which I silently beam.  The next round of problems I raise my hand again (again, another first)...and the Prof was like 'you know you're stuff don't you?  But you already volunteered...' and he goes and picks someone else.  Oh fine. 

Blah blah blah, lecture continues...and then he's like 'Do number 31 and 33 and you won't have any homework.'  So I commence on both problems...finish them, check the answers in the back of the book so I know I did my work right...and sit there.  He then asks for more volunteers...and somebody actually volunteers for 31...and then I volunteer for 33.  Again, he was impressed...and he also said I should do it since my picture drawing skillage (ok, he didn't say skillage...but blah) is pretty good.  Go me, I can draw right triangles. 

So yeah, anyways...Us volunteers go do the problem...get them right, and the class has no homework.  Schweet.

So Math Class was actually a success for once in my life. 

Moving on to Health...not so much happening there...had a guest speaker about death and dying...so that made me oh so cheery afterwards.

After Health was Aerobic Walking...Shorty and I change into 'beaters and shorts (the first time this year we've rocked shorts in class...it's a big step)...and we go meet up with class.  Nothing of note happened that I can remember...although I did find out that there is a "Woodchip Trail" across the bypass. It's actually made of woodchips, whodathunk?

Blah blah blah...dinner, uneventful...I fall asleep around 8, thus missing American Idol for the most part...wake up 845, get ready to go work out...and meet up with Shorty.  We've decided to play tennis tonite, so we aren't bringing anything to the gym this time...which is kind of strange since we usually have our raquetball rackets with us. 

Go work out, nothing eventful...except that I think we got the Stank Eye from some girls because we moved a mat over to do sit ups on.  What's up with that?  I have no idea.  I also thought I caught a glimpse of UK playing basketball...but alas, when I looked again, the people were gone.  Maybe I was just hallucinating or something... Heh.  We do our flat bench and leg excersizing (I never know how to spell that word, sorry)...and situps (thus getting the Stank Eye for no reason ("I know you're jealous of our beaters, and my bright green shorts!"))  and then we leave after our daily weigh in.  Shorty loses a pound, I stay the same.  Bah. 

We walk the halfmile back to the dorm, pick up our tennis equipment, and head to the courts behind Martin Hall.  Lo and behold, everyone and their mom is playing tennis.  All 6 courts are taken, and we're kind of bummed/disgruntled.  Because you see, we played tennis like every night last semester, and none of these people were here...Where did they come from!? 

So after waiting for about 15/20 minutes, we finally get a court, and Mario (a friend of Shorty) shows up...which is actually surprising since neither one of us thought he would.  Anywho we start playing...and slowly all the other tennis people leave...and there's only us, two guys playing on the far courts...and two guys playing on the lower courts.  Once the majority of people leave, we put on music...(My mix #5 or #6...starts out with Blur's "song 2" or whatever it's called).  Mario rocks out to the music while sitting on the bench...(we rotated people so he could play)...and when the song switches to 'Chop Suey', the two guys that were playing on the far court...move over to the middle court, and continue to sing with the song.  It was actually pretty funny.  They moved over a court to here our songs...spiffy.

So we continue to play, and I rotate out, so now it's Shorty and Mario playing (well sortof, last night was Mario's first time playing tennis...so we had to take it easy with him...but his learning curve is very impressive I must say...heh).   So I get to be ball girl...which is about as fun as...dirt.  (I really like to play...not chase down shanked tennis balls...)

But anyways...at this time, the last person I ever expected to show up...did.  My back is towads one of the gates to enter the courts, and Shorty goes "Yo veo."  My head snaps up...I look at her, and go"Serious?!" 

Cuz you see...who shows up?  Why UK of course...UK plays tennis apparently...which shocks the hell out of me.  (Still does actually.)  Him and his Other Friend go to the far court where the two guys were initally and start playing.  I'm too busy chasing down strewn tennis balls to watch much (thanks Mario)...until I finally just get too antsy...and basically kick Mario off the court.

I think by this time, the two guys in the middle have left...and for some reason or another UK and the Other Friend move over to the middle court...we don't really know if it's the court that sucked, or they liked the music too...or what...but whateva, I'm not complaining. 

So I step in, and Shorty and I just suddenly start playing kick-ass tennis.  Yes, I'll admit I was trying to impress, but man, we both just hit the zone.  Awesome tennis skillage we have I must say.  However, we didn't stay in the zone for the whole time, and at times...the play got a litte erratic to say the least.  'Least I got to speak to UK when I got the ball back...(big step for me yo).  We know they watched us (wonder what they thought?)...as we watched them sometimes (UK plays tennis?!)...and Mario (who at this point didn't look to good)...just sat and watched all of us.  After about an hour or so (?  I really don't know how long)...Shorty subs herself out and I play against Mario.  He does ok, but eh, it's a nice cool down to say the least.

Anywho, 12:15 rolls around, and we decide to pack it in since the lights supposedly shut off around 1220.  We stop the music and congregate around one of the benches...while putting on sweatpants and packing up the CD player...and that's when UK and the Other Friend decide to pack it in too.  Coincedence?   I don't know. 

They leave, and we still hang out on the court and get into a conversation with Mario about something...that lead to pediddles...that lead to police cars with pediddles...that lead to drunk people in said police car cat-calling at us...that lead to chastity hoodies (Be chaste, wear a hoodie!)... Good times. 

We finally decide to get our arses off the court and head up the hill besides Martin Hall.  Mario lives in Martin Hall...and we offer to walk him to the door...because...we're nice?  Somehow, we never get to the door, but stop on the sidewalk infront of the dorm...and just talk.  About random ass stuff...and watch people in an SUV park right by us...sit in the car for a few minutes...get out of the car and walk down to the entrance to the dorm...then come back like 20 minutes later and get in the car again.  Oh, and one of these people happens to be AfroPuff....who is another story altogether.  When they come back to the SUV, we decide to vamoose, and say goodbye to Mario...and walk back to Burnam.  On the way back, we conclude that AfroPuff while dirty...also falls in the Sticky Ricky category.  Apparently a High AfroPuff...is a Happy AfroPuff...

Yeah I don't know.  And I'm really tired of typing...so I should stop this.  I guess you had to be there in my shoes to experience this day...

But seriously, UK plays tennis????  WTF???