Today, I woke up at 5am to take my dad to the airport. on my way back, I brought adam, weber, ben and mike some donuts - I dropped them off around 6:45am, and got back in bed to sleep at about 8am. The weird thing about taking my dad to the airport is how while i'm doing it I hate it, but later, I forget how much it sucks. it becomes kind of unreal. anyway, after that 3 hour cut from my sleep schedule, I awoke around 2pm.

Today was the first day I got to see Ben since he got back from the UK. It sounds like he did way too much singing and not enough sight-seeing while there, but he did bring back a very cool image of Alice in Wonderland, where Alice is talking to the caterpillar about how she's not sure who she is. it's about 8 inches large and very nicely, brightly colored and framed and apparantly came from the same pub that J. R. R. Tolkien, C. S. Lewis, and Carroll all hung out and had drinks at. Michael bought my belated birthday present today, (or rather, yesterday, as Murry's was closed today): A Half-Gallon of One Drunk Monk (my favorite ice cream). I am happy beyond words. Somehow, he managed to get them to sell it to him on May 31st, because they are closed on Mondays and Tuesdays (which are the 1st and 2nd this month) even though they aren't supposed to get it out until the first of the month. Murry's has Museum hours. Seriously. The Nelson is closed on Mondays and Tuesdays. It is sooo exciting to have so much of it... at my disposal... I'm going to have to go running. I feel like the end of this last paragraph was a bit ADD.

Today was also the first day of my summer algebra class. It looks promising, considering my teacher has a very similar teaching style to Lampen, my high school math teacher and the only good math teacher I've ever had. I'm going to take notes for the class (someone is registered with disability services) and I get paid $50 to do it, which is pretty tight, seeing as I was planning on taking really good notes and coming to every class anyway. I'm also realizing just how much algebra I've forgotten (boo), and how much I remember (yay). I'm terrible at factoring. I always have. It is the bain of my existence that has always stood between me and an A in my algebra classes. Everything else, i'm quite good at, but for some reason I'm terrible at factoring. I hate it. And of course, that's what we reviewed first.

Now, I guess I had better start on that math homework. fuck.