obviously i'm too cool for school by the fourth day.
either that, or i thought my class was at 9:30, when it was really just at 9.
you decide. i've chosen to plead the former.
but for the record...
understanding literature at 9... also a trip.
i've decided to celebrate my mistake with red lips, jamba, and einsteins before i have to go rot in biology, round 2.
do NOT tell my mother.
oh, and my town is better than yours. second rescue in six months. i love little logan.
[p.s. the good looking gentleman in the long sleeved dark blue? he's in my ward. i know a hero. it's whatev.]