Mondays are Mondays and that stinks.

Yes, its true. I've got a case of the Mondays.

Nothing particularly exciting happened to me today. I did wear my new shoes though. Which is pretty fun. My english teacher said they were like Dorothy's ruby slippers, but if you click your heels together you say "There's no place like Clemson, there's no place like Clemson." She's a funny lady.

Apparently Mom and Dad are the ones in my family that have all the excitement. Oktoberfest this weekend, big fat greek wedding, jury duty, presentations about China... all the fun- er, something like that.

The weekend passed without any breakups. Thats a feat lately. There was a car accident, because the moron-patrol can't go a week without a wreck. I think we're up to 4 this semester. (We're calling my roomie's boyfriend's gang the moron-patrol. They earned the nickname. Trust me.)

My mondays were compounded by the fact that I've got a boring week coming on. No tests, very little homework, no real plans... I may spend the whole week in bed. Because I can. Mwahahahah.

-Abby