Le meilleur lundi de tous!

Best. Monday. Ever. And I thought it would be all crappy when I got up this morning (which was not the first time I woke up). I'll sum it up in a typical Joanne fashion...

10 am hour
Alarm: MR MR MR MR!
Me: *groan* *turn off alarm* Can't... move... pain. *yawn* I hate mornings.
Me: *dial number of friend who has been mysteriously absent all weekend*
Phone: *ring* *answering machine voice*
Me: Damn you!
Me: *get dressed, trot up to Rollins dining hall* Oh look, there's just enough Raisin Bran for me. Ha ha!
Radio: *Howie Day - She Says*
Me: A song I don't hate! Yay!
Me: Blurgh, I feel sick (from restless sleep, worry, etc.).

11 am hour
Computer: Look, webmail works again!
Me: Woo-hoo! I'll see if our midterm grades are up yet!
Class website: Congratulations, Joanne, you kicked ass with a 98%!
Me: *sign on to Trillian* Guess what, rov, I got a 98%!
rov: *congratulatory noise*!
Phone: *ring*
Me: No one calls me in the morning... perhaps it is a school-type person.
Friend who has been mysteriously absent all weekend: Hey!
Me: *laugh crazily with relief*
Me: Well, off to class!

Noon hour
Professor: Here are your midterms, blah blah blah, some of you lost points, blah blah blah
Me: *smug* Not me!
Professor: *hands back tests*
Me: *beam*
Professor: *repeats everything I read last night*
Me: *resist checking time on cell phone*

Early afternoon = boring, me trying not to fall asleep while reading about Napoleon/listening to geography professor babble for the third day in a row about European demographics. I also begin writing what will probably turn out to be a fantasy short story inspired by a painting I saw recently, belonging to friend who was mysteriously absent (Shawn).

Three o'clock hour
Me: I am falling asleep, so I will go buy a chocolate chip bagel and Diet Coke to stay awake in French class... or should I just go back to my dorm and take a nap??
Me: *buy bagel and Diet Coke, wonder how I still have $ in my Upfront account*
Classmate: Professor will not be in today, so I'll just give my presentation.
Entire class: *fails to repress joy*
Classmate: *gives presentation*
Me: *participate, much less nervous than usual at doing so*
Other classmates: *participate*
Classmate giving presentation: Well that's done, let's blow this Popsicle stand!
Class: *blows that popsicle stand*
Me: *chat with dsorbara, secretly envy the first-class stamp he found and his upcoming adventure to Denver*

And that brings me here, where I'm squandering away the time I could be spending in my bed or at the gym. On the agenda for tonight: Possible gym time, 5:30 LGBTA law school group dealio, bonding with Eric. I thought today would suck, but that just goes to show that even at the advanced age of 21, I still don't know everything.

Possibly no gym time... possibly just sleeping time. They're both welcome. Maybe I'll go set my cell phone alarm after I finish this... hmm.

UPDATE: I just received the FUNNIEST messages of my life. From Family Guy, you know the creepy old man who falls in pedophiliac lust with Chris when Chris gets a paper route? And then when the Griffins go on vacation, the creepy old man leaves about a million messages. Shawn has threatened to do the same thing to me, and sure enough, when I came back from the law school, there were three messages on my dorm phone, all left within five minutes. My poor roommate was trying to watch TV or sleep or something, and I was cracking up at these messages. No Monday has a right to be this much fun!