Lent, Day 6.

8:30: I roll out of bed and get in the shower. MWF are a lot easier to wake up for, for two reasons. One, my first class isn't until 10:00, and two, my first class is accounting, which is also my favorite class. On TR, my first class is at 8:00, so I have to wake up at 6:30, and it's Nutrition, which is always either disgusting or boring as fuck.

9:30: I realize no one cleaned off the table or did the dishes from dinner the night before, so my OCD takes over and I spend the next 15 minutes cleaning up the kitchen mess.

9:45: I have 15 minutes to get to class and I still have a towel on my head, perfect.

10:02: I finally arrive at class and take a random seat considering someone took mine. Greg makes a comment about me being the star pupil in the class. (We got our first test back last Friday and I got 100%. Shut it, be happy that I'm finally good at something and happy with it.)

10:04: We spend the rest of class learning about merchandise inventory and shipping costs. I like it. I also have been texting Harry. He joked "I was really worried when you weren't here on time. I seriously thought you got hit by a truck or something." I would never miss this class if I could help it, he's right.

11:00: I arrive at Mass Media Production and the A-Team for Radio production turns in their radio ads and radio newscasts. He spends the next 15 minutes going over questions about the field project (the video biography) and the grading system for our previous project. I get a 10.75/15, but whatever. The class is out of 200 points, so missing 4.25 isn't going to kill me. I also am having a hard time caring about this class, because although it's diverse and interesting, I am no longer a communications major and therefore do not need this class.

11:30: Paige and I are both out of class early, and it's beautiful out, so we contemplate taking our homework to the West Lawn (a portion of campus) to get some stuff done and maybe get some color. We think of a better idea - we have a spare futon in the front room, and we also have an empty front porch. We vaccuum the porch, move the futon outside, decorate with some 7th grade Claire's butterfly lights, and have ourself a really nice outside sitting area.

1:45: We have no food in the house, so Paige and I decide to get off the couch/futon and go to WalMart for a little quality grocery shopping. I decide I'm in love with the new outdoor setup and will be spending a lot of time out here.

2:15: We stop at the tanning salon first. I'm really not supposed to use tanning beds for a while because of my piercing, but I go anyway because Paige pays for me. After 3 hours of sitting on the beautiful weather on my porch, laying in the warm bed just relaxes me even more.

2:35: I go into the bathroom and wash the piercing thoroughly. I did feel pretty gross after getting out, but I've got color fasho. My friend says saying "I got color today," isn't PC, but they can go fuck themselves because "I got tanner" sounds stupid.

3:00: It's starting to rain and WalMart is its usual hell hole. There are twice as many pregnant teenagers there as Planned Parenthood.

4:00: Paige and I for some reason decide we have endless amounts of cash and go crazy with the "fresh" produce section. She ends up spending sixty-something dollars and I end up spending a little over forty. I discover Multi-Grain Creamy Ranch Pringles. SO delicious. SO worth the $1.38.

4:10: We stop at Target because we realize we forgot foil and salad dressing. Why is foil not with Target's food section? Why is it all the way on the other side of the fucking store? Christ.

4:20: Paige and I go to the gym and I decide to work on my legs. No part of my body is perfect, but my legs are what I'd really like to tone down. I have what I like to call Thunder Thighs, although my friends say I'm too harsh on myself. It's less about what people think of me and more about how comfortable I am in my own clothes.

5:39: We arrive back at home and make a delicious dinner. I have Spaghetti Squash and Paige has a beef patty, baked potato, and some other stuff. We decide to go to the library at 8:00 to work on our homework.

7:30: Jim FB chats Paige asking her for the photography book. The photography book which we share. The photography book which we both paid for. The photography book that would be used to study for the test we have tomorrow. Luckily, I'm a very nice person and I cough it up. It's mostly self-explanatory anyway, it's over lighting and Photoshop. Lighting will most likely be common sense, and I took two graphic design courses in high school.

7:55: Paige goes right on Carrera to drop the book off at Jim's, and I go left down Carrera to the Communications building. My media group is finally going to finish our video biography tomorrow so I needed to sign us up for the camera equipment.

8:20: I go to the Photo Lab to print my final pictures for our Line, Texture and Point of View assignment. There are maybe 4 people in there, and in walks Jim. He sits almost directly across from me but does not make eye contact, and does not say hi. I'm not surprised, but it's starting to make me angry. Minimal contact is expected, but to completely ignore my existence is pretty immature.

8:40: I walk to the library and find Paige in the computer lab.

9:15: I am in a complete and utter state of bliss (no pun intended). I am playing Words with Friends on my iTouch, doing accounting homework, sitting with my lover/roommate and listening to Coldplay. I tell Harry this and add that the only thing that would make it better would be a comfy couch and an albino body pillow.

10:30: Paige and I pack up, go home, have a little snack and go to bed.

Almost a week completed! I seriously haven't missed Facebook once. I'm proud of myself.