Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Sometimes plans change. Sometimes that is a good thing. Sometimes it is not.

For example, last night when I got home from work at a nice and early 10:15, my plan was to go to bed. Instead, I was up until 1, blogging, looking up random topics including logic puzzles, Aryan Nation parades, news articles on BYUH and trying to create sentences that correctly use the word exonerate.

Not exactly the brightest use of my time, especially considering my 7:30 Public Management class.

Today the plan was to spend the afternoon researching for either one of my two papers that are due in the next couple of weeks. Considering my English class was cancelled due to the professor being at a conference in Philadelphia, it could have been quite the productive afternoon.

Instead, I meandered down to the nearest beach (which just so happens to be a lovely five minute walk away) and brought my lenses out to play. With class and work and spending the weekends trying to catch up on sleep or be social, I have made it to the beach once since the semester started. I've had classmates say that no one should live in Hawaii and not go to the beach everyday. That's when I keep my mouth shut and console myself with the fact that at least I'm doing well in school and won't have skin cancer at age forty.

I was so unbelievably irked when I realized the water line wasn't straight.

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