It's quite late in the day, or quite early, depending on your perspective, and I'm still awake. I just finished a paper for my French class, where I detailed my first day of classes at the university. To get myself in the mood, I listened to Patrick Bruel (there are a ton of his music videos on YouTube). He's a famous French singer, and I love his voice (and he's not half bad to look at, either). Anyway, I said that I was incredibly nervous on my first day of class, that I was afraid of many things, among them being alone, being too stupid for a university, and being late for my first class. As I was walking to class, a man in a yellow hat stopped me and said he had lost his monkey, George, so I offered to help him. I found George at the dining hall, stealing bananas. The dining hall staff made me pay for the bananas, but I didn't have any money, so I had to wash dishes. I then took George to find his owner, but I was stopped by a lost little girl named Madeleine. I said I'd help her find her friends, so I began to look for her friends and George's owner. Then a man in a cape, wearing a musketeer's hat and carrying a sword asked me for directions to the library. His words were a ballad, his every sentence rhymed. When he left, I thought two things: how big his nose was, and how much panache he had. I found Madeleine's friends at the department of foreign languages, and they said the man in the yellow hat was over in the zoology building. I had five minutes left until my first class, so I ran to the zoology department, dropped George off, ran back to the foreign languages department and arrived with barely two seconds left until my first class, Spanish 201. I was so relieved and so exhausted that I was no longer afraid of anything.

Now that that's done, I have anatomy to study for. I really must stop procrastinating. It does terrible things to my schedule. I don't have any free time this week because I must study what I haven't studied since the start of the semester five or six weeks ago. And yet, ironically, I still have time to blog...

My feet hurt. My toes keep sending me throbs of pain each time I move, warning me to never, ever think of forcing them into my new shoes again. But what they don't realize is that I had a speed networking event to attend tonight, and I had to wear business casual clothes, including nice shoes. And I'll have to repeat the painful process next week at a job fair. Oh, the pain! All I can say right now is that I despise high heels.

OK, time to study...