I'm normally still in bed by 10 AM.

So it's 9:42 am and a whole lot has already happened by this point. You're probably wondering right now: "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED, LAURA??!?!?!!? I'm DYING to know!!!!!" Well, okay, fine, I'll tell you then! Jeez.

So I had a one-page assignment due in my 8 am journalism class today. It's an easy one, but it's also a good chunk of my grade. Of course by morning time, it wasn't printed out. Haha, like I'd print something out AHEAD OF TIME. Funny.

So, I checked my UT account to make sure there were enough "Bevo Bucks" to pay to print it out on campus. (Our home printer was out of ink.)

Bevo Bucks are the money parents put into the accounts of UT freshman, typically, to assure they don't spend it on alcohol or drugs, because Bevo Bucks are only accepted at certain stores (mostly on-campus). Parents think that if they give their kids Bevo Bucks, they are less likely to y'know, drink under the age and stuff, but that's just silly, because they can't buy alcohol under 21 anyways, which means they just end up getting it the same way as if they had real-life cash from their parents too. Really, Bevo Bucks are just a clever way of the University convincing parents to give them money, that can't be refunded after graduation, instead of giving it directly to their children. But it's fun to spend Bevo Bucks, as opposed to just conventional dollars! So who cares?

But anyways, Bevo Bucks are also used for printing. It only costs 10 cents to print out a page. Guess how many Bevo Bucks I had? Well, technically I didn't have even just one silly Bevo Buck. And I didn't have as much as a tenth of a Bevo Buck either!!!! I had a measly 2 cents.

FUCK!!!!!

So, I asked roomie/friend/partner in crime/badass motherfucker Marie to give me her UT ID and password, so I could then log in to her account and get her ID and password for her printing account, which hopefully would have at least .10 Bevo Bucks in it. She graciously gave me the very powerful personal information and left for class. I tried desperately to log in, but it wasn't working!!!! So I called her, and apparently she accidentally wrote down the wrong password for me.

WHAT A BITCH.

No, just kidding. Marie's great, and she gave me the right password over the phone. But because I tried to get into her account and failed so many times before, UT thought I was an evil person with malicious intentions and locked me out. It was like that scene in Shaun of the Dead, where the zombies are attacking and the non-Zombies can't get out of the car cuz of the child safety locks. Security is so overrated sometimes. Hear that President Bush?

You know what I mean?

So, anyways, back to the chaos.

FUCK!!!!

But, oh! There's still another roommate in the house. So I get Pujeeta's special, top-secret ID and password and sure enough, she has over .10 Bevo Bucks. We then go to the bus stop; we're both late for class. But hellooooo, it's an 8 AM CLASS. No one goes to their 8 am classes.

Well, let's just say I only go to that class when there is a test or an assignment due. The few days I attended when this wasn't the case, I was shocked that the lecture hall was filled. WHO GOES TO AN 8 AM CLASS?!?!?!!? People are so retarded sometimes.

So anyways, we're waiting at the bus stop and the sprinklers turn on, spontaneously, without any warning whatsoever. I'm not sure what kind of warning a sprinkler should give, but maybe a nice "Hey, people, GET OUT OF THE WAY! I'm about to turn on and spray you and it's like 50 degrees outside, so y'know, GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Luckily, we noticed that it turned on before it rotated in our direction so we did get out of the way. But it was a clooooose call.

If you want to know how the story ends, well it did end happily ever after. Somehow, despite all my procrastinating and extreme slacking, it always ends happily ever after.

How was your morning?