How boring a way to start an entry unless commented upon. Then it's terribly interesting. I was so self-referential there, it hurt.
So yeah, after waking up methodically, Driving to school with the parent, learning spanish consonants, limits, shading and what three words describe me, I took a quick bus with Russ and such and ended up at home, where I promptly headed out to get my license. After getting that (My mom said that if any of the Secretary of State workers DID have personality... I finished with "check their forehead for 666?" Sure enough, there were three instances of 666 on my papers. Coincidence.) I came home, had dinner and departed promptly for every other wednesday. Returning on the train, I played guitar for an hour and have wasted the past 50 minutes and here I am.
How horrid it is. Tomorrow I can stay up late.