Good morning, and welcome to Day 12.

Okay, it's not Day 12, it's Wednesday. And I'm not a Mackenzie brother.

But good morning and welcome to Wednesday anyways.

So, I was up until five in the morning and my alarm went off at 6:45. In what universe does this make sense?

In the future, I would very much like it if my brain were to turn itself off at a reasonable hour on Tuesday nights, so that it (and my body) can get a decent amount of rest before my 8:45am class. If anyone knows of a way to get the brain to switch itself off, I would appreciate suggestions. :)

I must now get ready for school, as it's 7:20, and my bus leaves the stop in front of my house at about 7:35.

I dislike this particular bus driver. Quite a lot. He's a mean ol' bastard who glares at you when you've run the 150 or so metres to the stop, and are wheezing and out of breath, and almost doesn't open the door when you tap on it to be let on.

And this particular guy drives really poorly, too. :P Why can't I have a cute, nice female bus driver who knows how to drive instead of this cranky old man?

Hm. Probably for the same reason my brain didn't shut up until past 5am this morning. Food for thought.