Special I am so special... In fact, when someone asks how I am, I tell them "I am special." I usually get a giggle out of my response, because they- of course- think I am kidding. But I am not. I am, in fact, special. Here is why

I put the pro in procrastination. I had six papers due at 9 o' clock this morning, I began writing them last night.

I have deemed myself fashion police of the University of North Texas. It is an UGLY job but someone's gotta do it.
**** A few public service announcements:
1) I know that sequines are in, but under no circumstances is it OK to roll in these sparkly pieces of tin foil and
go out of the house before, say, 7 PM.
2) Tevas are not acceptable unless you are camping, or hiking, or doing something woodsy- even then it is
questionable
3) Shorty Mc Short jean skirts and your boyfriends t shirt does not constitute cuteness.
4) If you so insist on carrying a fake LV, fake Chanel, or fake anything. Please for the love of all that is good
and holy, do your damn research and make sure that this fake looks somewhat real.
5) If you are going to stare, put some sunglasses on so it isn't quite so obvious.

I get such a kick out of watching people do stupid things, like for instance, I am currently watching a fencing 1000 course in action. Seriously amusing.

Now I must go to class. And think on more reasons on why I can accurately describe my mood as special.  ¶ 10:43 AM