All's fair in love and Travelocity.

Okay. First off, to clear Sarah's name after that last post. She was late, I had to drive Kelli's car, but we did spend a good chunk of time together, and the only involvement of Caleb was that we had to drop Sarah's car off at his place and then he called her later and she talked to him for ten or fifteen minutes. So . . . she passes. We did sit in the Target parking lot for about three hours talking (yes, Tasia, we could've found somewhere else to talk . . . but why bother?), and we did not finish The Power of One, but that's okay. Some other time . . . (yeah . . . sure . . . )

Second off (Why does no one say that? "First off," yes, but "Second off," never.), Angela found out today that she'll have to leave by May 24th. That's a bitch. But . . . she'll be okay. And so will everyone else. That kind of thing's just normal around here. Sonya had to leave a little while ago, and there were multiple going-away parties, but Angela's not a big fan of group outings, so I don't know if we're going to do anything. A whole lot of people turned out for Sonya . . .

I really don't have anything else to say today. No recurring or original thoughts . . . I filed my nails this morning out of boredom . . . that's interesting . . . but only to me . . . I have a piece of paper from my last class hour before lunch that starts at 25 and goes all the way to 2 minutes left of class . . . illustrated numbering of the minutes . . . that's boredom . . . why does my blog always come back to a dissertation on boredom? Perhaps because my career choice was based on boredom, my decision to start a blog was based on boredom, and I'm still bored. What does it mean to be bored, anyway? I'm gonna have to research that . . . Researching boredom. Wow.