Two days before payday

It was a late start for today. You know those days that the night before its near to impossible to go to sleep but in the morning, the bed feels so comfortable that not even a tornado will make you get up. That was today. 

That dreaded feeling of "I have a test tomorrow" was constant on my mind. I'll admit that I'm a procrastinator. Hell, if it were an Olympic sport, I'd have a gold medal. I just get distracted too easily. Show me something interesting on TV and I'll watch it from sunrise to sunset. Today I woke up thinking it was payday. Unfortunately, payday is on Thursday and still have yet to finish up a draft I need for class and still have to study for a test tomorrow. Plus, every morning I have to deal with the stench of my roommate's cologne, which I swear he puts like a gallon of it, it makes me get bad headaches. 

For now, today was pretty slow paced, which is pretty weird because I'm running all over the place. I'm not in one place for like 5 minutes, except if its class or work. I'm always on the go. Now, I have to make it through the week, till Friday morning and with a few bucks in my bank account.  

White t-shirt on Labor Day

The calmness of the night was rudely interrupted by the world's most unflattering sound. The morning after Labor Day was here. Summer was officially, painfully over. The alarm got me by surprise so much that I accidentally hit my head against the nightstand, making the clock's green, radioactive infused digits land square on my face. That should have been my first clue. It was going to be a long day. The morning commute to Edinburg was the next giant to slay. No one actually stays in the dorms during the weekends. (the Office of Residence Life prefers to call them residence halls) Yours truly was the first one to skedaddle back home for the Labor Day weekend. Four glorious days of no school was suddenly interrupted by that devil's invention and now I'm stuck on the expressway with a couple hundred cars during morning rush hour. 

I make it with five minutes to spare to the class I can never actually get on time. People with missing assignments and confused freshmen was the talk of the class and with no teacher present, class was canceled for the day. Pretty much the rest of the day was alright, my work study job should be back in about a week and a half. 

It wasn't a white shirt, but a Texas Longhorn shirt. What difference, since Notre Dame lost to Texas, this week is pretty much over.