So, um, when did 6:45am constitute sleeping in for me? As much as I'm bitching about all this writing and reading and writing and other school crap, there's nothing quite as satisfying as being worn out both mentally and physically at the end of the day and falling asleep like a 3 year old. I'm finally making some progress with these million projects I'm working on. I just need to time things right, and it'll all fall into place. It's also fun feeling like Wednesday at noon is actually Friday at five, since there's so little I can actually accomplish after a morning cooped up in Moore 2127. Though, that doesn't mean Thursday and Friday extend into the weekend... it's more of a push as hard as you possibly can into late Friday night so that you can actually have a weekend.

Speaking of weekend. Big Halloween Party baby!

Word Problem of the day: There are 30 students in room 28. What percentage of students like Ms. Chan's hair, and what percentage of students liked Ms. Chan's old hair better?

note: time to plan a trip up to SF again. missing the BFF already.