Life that isn't writing...sort of

Okay, first of all, she won't see this, but it's the thought that counts- can I get a "happy birthday, urbandruid's mom" from a couple people?

Next: a note to the retail industry. As today is my mother's birthday, you are now free to start putting out more Christmas crap than Thanksgiving crap. I have to tell you, though, she's pretty pissed at you, since most of the Christmas crap came out before October.

I'm also a bit annoyed, actually. October? Halloween? Helooo?

There really ought to be a law.

And there ought to be a law about something else, too. I set my alarm to a moderatley annoying top 40 radio station, so that it annoys me enough that I have to get up to turn it off (which involves more beating it into submission, but anyway).

So, today? It wakes me up to rap music.

I don't like rap music on a good day, and being scared awake is not my favorite thing.

Someone really must be made to pay for that. Really.

So I've made it to the weekend, or at least most of the way to the weekend. And it's downhill from here, right? I'm sure that it's downhill from here.

I'm kind of hoping to get my PoliSci essay back today, see how I did. And I'm nervous about it, of course, but there's not much I can do about it now.

Mom took the day off work in honor of her birthday- wish I could take today off too.

Bit of sad news I got from a friend of mine yesterday, which probably no one else will care about. Jonathan Brandis died. He was a fairly untalented child star, did a lot of bad movies and one really strange sci-fi TV show, and when seaQuest was on while I was in middle school, I had the biggest crush on him... I got over it, but I still have some fond memories (and some shame :) from that period. And he was young- maybe five or six years older than me? Probably a little less than that.

I hate it when young people die. It's not supposed to work like that.

And on that cheery note, I'm off to school. Lucky me.