Kinda bored. Kinda tired. Don't know what to do with myself, really.

The guy at my morning gas station called my sweetie.

Of course, I do stop there every single morning....but sweetie? Come on.

I walked into my speech class late (like usual) holding a half eaten muffin, bottle of water, and a newspaper. My flip flops were floppin' slowly, and the pants I'm wearing make me look a little lazy. It's true. I am.

I called Seth just to tell him that he has the rights to the Subway stamps in my wallet. He didn't answer. Probably asleep. Lucky kid.

I can tell it's going to one of those sloooooooooooooooow days. Goodness.

I think that's my word for the day. Goodness.