a good day

is when your worst dilemma is whether to take a nap or watch the OC.

i may have worked pretty late last night, and stayed up till 12 watching CSI with kz to let my steak tips digest, and forgotten to set the alarm somehow (this occurs about as frequently as me missing an oral contraceptive dose...that is, once or twice per annum), but somehow everything turned out not just alright, but downright well.
i awoke to the bird-like chatter of puerile screeching and instantly said to a snoozing kz, "why can i hear children?" knowing full well that the school bus usually leaves moments before i do each morning. ordinarily, hitting the snooze button more than once is enough to set my quills on end and cause me to feel rushed and behind. this morning, i dreamily got ready without increasing my heart rate and bid kz a cheerful adieu, leaving 20 mintues late. it sounds like no big deal, i know; but to the compulsive rush-hour traffic maven and clockwatcher, this would ordinarily be like a hemorrhoid on your wedding day.

i somehow made it to worcester in 45 minutes flat. my best time, to date, has been 50 minutes - and that was at 11 am, without traffic. simply astounding. i was early for class!!! and had time to get a leisurely student union coffee. which was a new flavor - caveat emptor, this has never turned out well in the past - but the roasted pistachio cream was surprisingly pleasing on the palate.

then, we got our last exam of the past trimester back, and i actually SCORED ABOVE AVERAGE this time, including acing my prospective PI's questions. looks like i'll be passing the first third of this year, and won't have to repeat it. i can't express the relief i felt. maybe i can: upon hearing the news, i was finally able to poop for the first time in 5 days.

then i left early, because i felt like it. and i hit up old navy on the way home to buy myself jeans that aren't on sale, and even an impulse purchase or two, because i can, since it's less than 24 hours to my birthday. then i found out i left my headlights on again (i swear, i have accessory gnomes that play tricks on me), but it didn't kill my battery. i mean, how great is that?

so now i get to kick back and watch teh oc, before donning my new jeans to go out to dinner with 10 or so of my friends, and then go see borat on opening night.

being about to turn 26 kicks ass!