A Sword Has No Strength

( The Final Trial )

I went to work and farted around there. I was so tired, that even my coffee started running out after four hours. Tom and Keith showed up around one and again at three, which was nice. ^_^ Visitors, yay. But the day was mostly boring -- we were actually IN THE RED for a while there -- and filled with the chattering of five tired young ladies.

And now I'm gonna bullshit my soc final and take a well-deserved nap. :D

I still don't know how well I did on my MEMW quiz two weeks ago. Class was cancelled this morning because, apparently, the professor wasn't feeling well. D:< I have a quiz and a homework assignment that I'm anxious to get back! (Honestly, I think that's the real reason class was cancelled.)

I was kinda cheesed that I could have slept in or gone to the store this morning or finished laundry or any combination of the previous, but instead, I whined about missing a bus I didn't have to catch and doing a reading assignment I didn't finish (oops). Class time was instead spent with Keith and Tom, or as we're calling ourselves, the Triumvirate. XD The three of us chatted for a while, then Keith left for something else, and Tom and I kept going. We kept touching upon the lack of logic in American society, and how the three of us were weird, but smart (possibly insane) for having it.

TRIUMVIRATE. XD I love it. The professor was spot-on with us the first day of class, and that's only because I happened to know Tom and Keith was sitting right nearby. TRIUMVIRATE. I'm going to keep repeating it, and capitalizing, too, yes. It makes me feel powerful. XD

Went with Tom to the bus stop when he had to leave for work, and so here I am now. Really eventful day so far. American history in about seventy-five minutes, and I should get my quiz back. I'm looking at a nine or ten, I think. Yay! (Edit, 17.23: I did indeed get a ten. Hurray! I'm one-ninth of the way to an A!)

TRIUMVIRATE.