at least it was the weekend.

picture this. I'm sitting in class with a growling stomach. There are 40 minutes left, and that means this situation is only getting worse.
Because my head hurts too. I've been carrying around a cheap backpack filled with four different ten pound books. That is more weight than I carried through the Grand Canyon on our three day trip.
Add on that I just got out of stats class where I am practially invisible and there are weirdos at every turn and not one cute boy.
After the class I am currently in gets out I have to ride the hot, loud, stops-too-long-at-every-stop, yet free hence the reason I suffer through it thrice weekly shuttle back to my car. Then and only then can I, stomach imploding, drive through stupid college student infiltrated Orem and collapse at my filthy apartment.
Wo is me.