5am

So last night I was or should I say this morning I was up until 5am. I was working on...dut ta duh da...a design project. I thought it was due today, come to find out, it was a horrible trick by my professor to get us to print our flats. He looked everyones made comments and said, okay make the changes and have it printed and bound (it is a environmental report), for after the break. Wha, wha, what? We all just forked out anywhere between $20 and $40 to have this thing printd and you want us to print it again. I about died. Especially considering that my project should have actually cost $70 to print, but the wonderful woman at Kinkos gave me an amazing discount, like $30 dollars off! I was just upset I stayed up so late to get it done and it wasn't even really due.

It made for a long day staying up that late. I had to go to work, then I had to go to school, and class ran over. I didn't get heading home until like 8pm (and it is like a 45 minute drive home). And I dropped my phone on the pavement on the way to my car. I was on the phone and I would putting my bags in the back seat and I dropped it. It is a flip phone and the top have came almost completely unhinged from the bottom. All I thought was, "I guess I get a new phone now." So I get all my stuff in my car, sit down with my pieces and all of the sudden it lights up. I look at it, my call is still in progress...I hold the to pieces up to ear and mouth and say, "hello?" And my mom (who I was on the phone with when it dropped) said, "you had me worried." By God, I thought, it didn't even lose the call. We talked for a few more minutes and then I let her go. I looked at the two pieces and after some fanagling I got the two pieces back together.

I just have to keep telling myself, "One more day...then Spring Break!!!!"