Like, what?

I just saw the legendary one-armed man ride past the coffee shop window on his bike in the center of Bardstown. I thought this guy was a myth! I must tell the world.

I'm sitting in the corner of this coffee shop doing my Intro to Criminal Justice assignment for the week - 3 long ass essays. Life loves me apparently. Last Wednesday I missed out on my ICJ class because I got stuck behind a dump truck full of rocks on a small curvy road. It's just my luck. So I arrived at St. Catharine College 20 minutes late. At that point I knew I should've just turned around and left because there was no point in me being there so late anyway. Yet, I got out of the car, grabbed my backpack, and walked halfway across campus to get to the building I needed to be at, walked downstairs to room 106, stood in front of the door for another 20 minutes debating if I should really go in, and by that time I was 40 minutes late to class, so I walked over to the vending machine, grabbed a green tea, and left.
It's a three hour class, and I couldn't just go home - my mom would casually kill me for skipping. So to kill three hours, I drove 60 miles to see where I'd end up. Thank God my car gets amazing gas mileage. Turns out the road I followed ended up in a huge town I've never even heard of before, and now the name escapes me. But I found a great antique/bookstore and nearly had a heart attack. I bought a $1.00 Simon & Garfunkel record, even though I don't own a record machine and probably never will. Oh well, I've got that whole record on my iPod anyway.
So my Wednesday wasn't a complete waste, although I did feel a little guilty for skipping out on class.

Now I've got to catch up on the notes I missed, and finish these essays before I die. Love me.

Pilot

Hi world! Guess what I'm doing! Not my persuasive paper that I haven't started on yet, and that's due in seven hours - that's what!

Gosh darnit. I love procrastination. It wins.