This One's For Maggie

The title's a play on lyrics, of sorts. I'm a big fan of the song, and like many of us twentysomethings, I have a tendency to put lyrics in blog titles but also...Maggie's in a special place to appreciate this.

So I woke up today at around 12:30, realizing instantly that I had completely slept past my Screenwriting class (the one which I'm already on thin ice for, attendance-wise). Not only did I sleep through my three alarms, but also a text message and two (2) phone calls. So I'm moseying about, feeling like an ass, but thinking "well, hey, at least I have awhile to get ready for my 4:00 shift in the labs! Yep...no waiting around campus for me...make myself some pancakes, and...OH CRAP I HAVE AN ADVISING APPOINTMENT AT 2!"
So I skip breakfast, jump in the shower, zoom off to campus (as fast as one can zoom with a twelve-minute walk and twenty-minute train ride), and jump on the elevator to the 9th floor of the Ansin Building. And who should be on the elevator with me?

My screenwriting professor. I swear to God. He nailed it - if you put it in a movie, nobody would believe it. So the good news is he was cool with the whole thing, I'm not getting my grade docked like I deserve, but the ice sure got a lot thinner.

So after the elevator ride, I hop off, go over to my advisor's office, and find out...my appointment was for 11:45. Do'h! Anyway, I signed up for another slot and hopefully I won't be punished. But I was hungry and bored so I treated myself to breakfast at The Paramount. At 2:15. The website makes it look way classier than it is, but their food's pretty great. They don't have free refills though, so I spent $4 on milk alone. Scott needs his milk in the morning. Which occasionally is the mid-afternoon.

So yeah, suffice to say, I think you're onto something, Maggie, and aren't you glad you don't have to deal with this crap anymore.