I haven't woken up to my alarm the past two days. Yesterday, Jess woke me up for church with one of Margaret's teddy bears. This morning, I don't even remember it going off, but I woke up to my roommate's alarm at 7:15 (mine was set for 6:45). I can't remember hitting snooze, and I know it was set for the right time...
I couldn't go to breakfast this morning because I woke up late. Don't cry for me, Argentina. I have Cocoa Puffs from the Grille.
GET TO CLASS!!! (muahaha)
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"Stones taught me to fly."--Damien Rice
About Me
- Megan
- Columbia, Missouri, United States
- Stories are windows to the soul. There is no greater risk than to share one's heart... and no greater triumph.
Currently Reading:
- "The Proper Care and Feeding of Marriage" by Dr. Laura Schlessinger
- "Searching for God Knows What" by Donald Miller
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- "I'm ambivalent. It's my new favorite word"
- Quote of the Day
- The dreaded missionary barrel... The blackhole of ...
- Sunday Morning= Vacation
- Childhood as a psychological disorder
- Biting the hand that feeds me
- The demise of Handy Andy
- A place that needs to be believed to be seen
- Living in covenant, profs included
- My Man Mitch at TU
- Chained Bible
- Maybe I'm lovable.
- Snooze...
- Me as a PR tool
- Commies (as in Comm. Arts Majors)
- For the love of Steve
- Integrity in printing
- Drop/Add
- Ski Hi Drive-In and the Taylor Tradition
- Frisbee golf
- Who needs sleep?
- #200859
- Oops.
- Like a drill bit to the head
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