this was a thereputic chain of events...

"Ebba? Ebba?" Something blocked the light shining in front of me. "Are you okay? Ebba? It's me!" I tried to focus my eyes, but I couldn't. I wondered if I could figure out who it was from my memory of the night. All I knew was it was saturday night and my right heel was broken. Everything was a blur. Not just my vision, I felt like the past week had happened in an hour.

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"So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?" Brendon's voice blared into my ears. My eyes were shut and all that kept me from lolling off into a deep sleep was the constant pounding of the city bus going over pot holes and hitting curbs. I wouldn't have been at all surprised if we hit a pedestrian, but oddly enough, in the past 3 years I had spent riding this bus to and from class, we hadn't hit even a pidgeon.

the bus came to a quick stop, lurching me forward into the seat in front of me. after apologizing profusly, a single ear bud hanging into my left ear for dear life, i stumbled off of the bus. Balance isn't my strong point.

As I walked along the street towards my Shakespearian lit. class, it began to rain. What a wonderful morning, i thought. First, I wake up at 4 to Zach (my boyfriend) creeping into bed, and then he cracks the window so that his scent of alchohol and second-hand cheap purfume doesn't reach my nose, even though it always does anyways. Did i mention that it was 30 degrees last night? Then I shivered my way to the shower to discover that the water heater broke again. Gotta love a cold shower on a nice late november morning. Then the bus was late, making me even later for class, and now it was raining. It wasn't even cold enough to snow. Nope, it was raining.

But I was going to see Panic! at the Disco on Saturday.