I hate people being late. I'm sitting outside the office of the Dean of Students right now, to meet with her about a medical drop, as well as some business stuff for ItOxygen, but I've been sitting here for half an hour now, and haven't been seen. My schedule is light enough today that I'm not going to miss anything, but on most days, this would make me late for some meeting, class, or other thing. Argh.

But soon my day of toil will be over and I'll be heading down to Marquette for a concert. My friends, Anarkinda will be playing in a smallish ska concert, and then we'll be heading home for a long night of movies, games, and drinking. A good time will be had by all, I assume.

At 3, GoodTV is taking me to Goodwill to try and pick out some proper 'country' attire for the barn dance thing tomorrow night. As excited as I am to go, especially since I was invited by two of the girls I'm interested in up here, I still feel pretty awful about going behind LittleC's back, I think that I'm going to tell him today, cause this is killing me.

As luck would have it, the Dean come to get me right there and I lost my train of thought.


Well, I can't remember what I was going to talk about next, so off I go.

Chappy