Blah. Today can't be summarized any better than that. The sky was drab and dreary. It rained almost all day leaving it feeling damp and dank. Oh, there just isn't anything like spring in Pennsylvania except for maybe a bad case of hemorrhoids. Both are equally pleasant (or at least I assume, since I've not had hemorrhoids [guess I've not sat on cold cement long enough {or at least that's how mom said you got them}to get them] ever in my life).

Today started out much like any other Thursday. I wake up, shower and drive to class. The only excitement came in Human Lit.. Picture it. Leonard Hall. Room 218. Me in my brown tight form fitting polyester button up shirt from Express and a pair of lighter brown Khakis complete with a pair of brown Sketchers; standing in the front of the class. My hands in fists placed upon my sides slightly above my hips. My lower lip drew back just behind my upper teeth with my tongue held back as to not interfere with the constant stream of the ominous beginning sounds of the letter "V" coming from the vibrations produced from the rush of air being forced out. I slowly pulsate my arms imitating the flapping of wings as I start to aimlessly meander around the room. Voila! I have transformed into a fly. Thank you Yoko Ono. Then off to my other classes and then to see a Tibetan Buddhist Monk. Now I am home. Fun times. I guess the main thing to remember is that: Everyday is a holiday, here at IUP. =P