Yes, it is Monday. How do I know? My coffee is right next to me, I feel half asleep, and am looking at a room that has to be cleaned today. But when given the choice to clean my room or write my Not Me! Monday for the week, hmm... I think it's obvious which one I did not pick. This heck of a blog carnival was founded by the lovely MckMama herself, and somehow all her
This week, I did not freak over my math final as if it were the biggest test of my life (bigger than the ACT.) Nor did I completely blank out when I looked at the piece of paper and wondered what one of the word problems meant and what the heck I was supposed to do with it. But alas, I did not do a dance on Saturday when I looked at my final grade and saw "c" in the box. Spring semester down, now on to Summer. Ick.
I did not feel the urge to cuss out my manager when he called me 10 minutes after leaving work on Friday to tell me that I needed to come to work on Saturday after all... and I did not fight every urge in me to say, "and you couldn't tell me this 10 minutes ago when I was still there?" Ha, no, not I. The effect of this did not send me to the nail salon (which I was already planning on doing) so that I could get a mani/pedi for the heck of it.
I did not cry when I watched Grey's Anatomy season finale Thurdsay night. Even though I should've known that Izzie would end up being the one to get married in "The Wedding" I still had tears. Ridiculous TV shows... I need a dose of reality (which sends me to American Idol.)
Hope y'all have an amazing week :)