It's a sure sign that it's really cold outside when you get an ice cream headache simply from crosing campus.
Ug!
I appologize for not writing yesterday. It was a big day. So was this one, so I won't tell any big stories now, other than say how proud of myself I am that I finally sent the email I compossed last week.
Stupid short attenti...
Ooo! Shiny stapler!
Anyway, to do a quick run down:
Woke up to find feather pillow had burst in the night.
Saw my big observatory story had made it to the front page of the Missourian, top fold.
Got an email saying my dad had survived his mission trip and was getting back from Africa.
Found out my story was picked up the the AP wire (they cut it to hell, made it biased against MU, and didn't give me a by-line, but still, I was picked up by the AP).
Skipped class for the first time, but not before having a delightful conversation with the teacher of the class (who didn't realize I was a member of her class; at least I don't think).
Got to go out to a creek in the freezing cold and do a photo-op for a story about tree planting going in on Thursday.
Got credit for having one of the best stories dug up on my own, at least of my editors head (though he wasn't thinking very hard), at the news meeting.
Got to eat the most perfect desert sent from heaven (and transported by the Peter the Hall Coordinator/Saint) at the Hatch Council meeting.
Went to bed before midnight; though I'd have to get up early to do homework.
And best yet, got to sleep before midnight.
Even though I had to deal with a couple extra feathers, and I have a lot of homework to do tonight, and an all new "Smallville" episode to watch-with Christopher Reed in it, it's been a good week so far.
After all, it's like my roomate says, "When you start your week with a busted feather pillow, you know your week's gonna be interesting."
