Friday the 13th

I was on the bus in the early afternoon, staring outside and absentmindedly watching this kid on the sidewalk. Then as he was passing by a tree, a dead crow fell out of it, right at his feet. It was hilarious.

I also managed to get to school an hour earlier than I needed to. For some reason I thought my class was at 1 when it was really at 2 and ended up walking into Super-Calculus. Yeah, good job.

Then when I got home, I checked the mailbox and found a singing Hannah Montana card from Courtney.

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I suppose it's a good thing I'm not in Santa Cruz; I might not have had such an amusing day.