Public Enemy Number 1...

... is the alarm clock. It has been my whole life. So this morning, I was absolutely sure that I had set it the night before, and equally sure that I hadn't turned it off yet that morning. [You can see in the picture that I bought a wimpy travel alarm clock. The thing is, wimpy travel alarm clocks don't wake me up. My extra-loud alarm clock doesn't really either, but I digress...] So I'm pretty sure I turned the alarm off without waking up and registering the event in my memory.

This made me very late for classes today. I missed the first three hours. Seeing as how there are only two weeks of classes, and 5 hours a day, I was upset.

I had to hurry to get up and shower, and take my clothes to the laundromat on my way to school (because I'm running out of everything now). We have a new student this week. Her name's Janine (sp?) she's at Harvard for undergrad. I don't like making first impressions like that, "hi! My name's Scott. I'm three hours late to class and haven't shaven in a week! [see figure 2 for detail on my I-look-like-I'm-homeless-but-still-can't-grow-a-proper-beard style]"

This week, all of our afternoon classes are at the same time. So afterwards, Tiana, Alex, and I went to Florida to look for some jackets and bags. I'm a cheapskate I guess, but I can't find a coat I'm willing to pay $100+ for. Maybe I'll be more motivated when it's a little colder.

I came back and went for a run. I meant to go about 45 minutes. I got lost again (as always), so it ended up closer to an hour. [See figure three for details of Scott after hour long run.] I told Leo, "siempre estoy perdido," and then reflected upon how true a statement that actually was.