Chapped Lips and Five Hours of Kill Time

In contrast to last night's blog, this afternoon post will be a tad more jovial. Alright, compared to the last, it's summer vacation to Disney World. So grab your camera and put on a smile.

I arrived at school today at 8 am for my Biology class. I realized that I had forgotten to print out a hard copy of my lab report, so I headed for the Learning Resource Center. This is the technical name for our library and computer lab. I printed my paper out, and high tailed it to class. As soon as I reached the door, I knew I had made a ridiculous mistake. It's Friday, and my classes do not start until one in the afternoon! Way to go, me. So, I found myself left with five hours to kill on campus.

Like any other person these days, I headed to the lab again. Mmmm! Five hours of uninterrupted internet time. Soon, I remembered that Myspace is blocked on the camus computers. After the initial shock of "OH EM GEE! WHAT THE HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ONLINE WITHOUT MYSPACE," wore off, I decided to do the smart thing; homework. I started with the English homework due today that I had planned to work on over soggy McDonald's french fries during my lunch break. Being as it was just a weekly assignment to help enhance vocabulary, I typed up a separate one for Justin. I figured he put his off again as well. I finished my entire online orientation course. I still had forevever to kill. I happen to know Justin's last four of his SS#, so I am able to log into his student account her at RLC. Using my photographic memory, I completely his ENTIRE course online for him as well. I should start charging for this. In fact, he's buying me lunch for it. Mmm! Free fast food and cholesterol all around! With even more time to kill, I revised my Feminism paper and finished some crazy pointless survey for my math class.

This leads me to where I am now; aimlessly rambling on and complaining to my neighbor every two seconds that my lips are killing me. It's the most annoying form of chapped lips as well. They aren't dry and baked. They are tender and raw from my biting on my lower lip while in deep thought. Why is it that I can never find chapstick when I really need it?