Some days, they last longer than others.

Yesterday I (and my groupmates) worked on our senior design project for 8 hours. In a row. Yeah. That was not the best thing ever. But we didn't kill each other and we did get a lot done. But not everything.

After that brain-melting experience I took a little break, a little bath, a little supper, and headed out. Friend Erica's birthday was this week and so we did a tour of Clemson's downtown complete with bar-hopping, shots, ex-boyfriend sightings and near catfights.

As a special treat, some young co-eds were "golfing" through downtown in scandalous argyle outfits. (Yeah argyle can be scandalous.) Apparently one of the "holes" was acquiring a young man's shorts. We discovered this when we saw two giggling girls follow a gentleman to the men's room and come running back out whipping a pair of boxers over her head lasso-style. Later we overheard some boys discussing which of the young ladies he'd give up his shorts to. Very classy.

Words of the day: Hussies, Unmentionables.

Made it home eventually and had to be on campus early again, but not early enough for McDonald's breakfast. Sigh.

Leaving for Ashville in an hour for a wedding. Expect photos of me looking fabulous. My hair is the hottness. So will be my shoes.

Vote Obama.

I'm back with a side of embarassment

Its been a while. Engineering is hard. Bite me.

Last week I had a hard day, a 20 minute presentation followed by a Human Factors exam. I was (as usual) rushed and running late as I threw on the only presentable clothes I own and gulped down a cup of lukewarm coffee. I tossed my presentation notes, some writing utensils, my keys and cell phone into the knapsack Melissa gave me for my birthday and ran to class.

In Technical Writing the presentation went fine. I turned in the copies of the slides, my notes, everything is peachy.

Then I go to engineering. While leafing through my notes and chatting with my friends (I know every person in this class, we have everything together), I realize I need a pencil. So I reach into my bag and feel around for a pencil. I find one and when I try to take it out, its stuck. I tug on it, but nothing. I tug again and hear the jingling of keys. Must have gotten wrapped on the ribbon on my keychain.

So I try to disentangle it while its trapped in the bottom of my bag. This doesn't really work, and I'm 1 second from just jerking the whole mess out of the bag. Luckily, I glance into the bag. I see something bright blue.

Question Mark? What is blue in my bag? I look closer. There's black lace there too. Whaa??

Stomach drops. Thoughts dawn.

Its panties.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why are my panties in my bag and how have they become wrapped around my pencil? Oh yeah I took this bag to Dia and Lauren's when I stayed over there the week before. Must've missed them when I unpacked. Oops.

At least I didn't whip them out of the bag and flail them about the room. That would've been priceless.

Go me.