a legacy. gone. This backpack survived junior and senior year in high school. Little did i know, that in my second semester of freshmen year, my lovely bag would look like i chopped it up. Although, i am surprised it ripped. I got it from costco! Costco products are made to survive. Hmph. But, i guess i was expecting it. I didn't really treat it with the upmost care.

Today's weather was probably more miserable than the day before. I think its safe to say that the current weather reflects my mood in a nutshell. My day started off at 8:48 am. How do i know the exact time you ask? Well my roomie's alarm clock kept going off while she was in the bathroom. There goes my half hour of sleeping in. As i managed to drag my body off to school, my legendary backpack over there bailed on me and decided to rip. After bio, i went to the art building to get a signature for my change of major. Unfortunately a sign on the door saying, be right back, was there for everyone to see. And i could go on and on about how horribly fucked my day was, but typing out an entire blog of my problems isnt helping anybody. Maybe my mood is already soured by the fact that this weekend is valentine's day.