Worth Every Minute

.....My Skittles, Snickers*, and I drove thirty minutes tonight and I bought these pencils at WalMart. The pencils on the right are my traditional pencils. I couldn't find them at the local WalMart. I have used this particular type of Bic pencil since I started school a year and a half ago. I am particularly partial to the yellow ones: they inspire me. The minis on the left are something new. I get stuck in my own little ruts, and thought it would be smart to branch out into something new for once. I still have the security of the pencil I am used to. They were worth every minute of the hour I spent in the car tonight.
.....The original purpose of our conquest to the neighboring town was not pencils, however, but a much worthier cause: Wendy's. There isn't a Wendy's here, and we wanted square hamburgers and fries dipped in frosties. I hadn't been to Wendy's in over five years: it was absolutely delicious.

Road Trip

.....I went on a road trip this evening. Me and my skittle traveled about an hour to a small town so she could go to the chiropractor. So, while the college wasn't directly involved in this news flash, it was college related because we were traveling to get a college related injury treated. So as far as topic goes, I'd like you to know this can legally go on a college-focused blog.
.....My skittle was remarking on the way home how fun it is to visit small towns where the grocery stores are carpeted and tiny and its easier to find the library than a gas station. I agree. Revisiting tiny towns makes me feel street-wise and experienced (ya right).
.....I lived in a small town before moving to this slightly-less-microscopic town. When I first got here I was pretty thrilled with the entertainment prospects. There was a theatre, a Pizza Hut, three decent resturants, a Claire's, a Maurices, two shoe stores, and (yay!) a WalMart. After spending the last fifteen of my eighteen years in a town where the closest WalMart was an hour and a half away, I thought I was living the high life. I remember being stressed about all the trafic the first couple times I drove to school. Thankfully, my friends have drug me around to various cities and I've begun to realize that this town is actually pretty small.
.....Back to topic: we went to the crackerpracker, stopped by the local grocery store for a snack, and hunted down the gas station. Then we headed home. Thrilling news, I know.

Oh oh oh! Funny story!
So I was talking to Butterfinger* earlier, and I was like
"Yeah, what about that text I sent you?"
And he was all
"Oh, that was you?"
"Yeah, I got a new number. Oh hey do you want it?"
"I actually don't have my phone with me. I'll get it Thursday."
(seriously here, folks, what kind of jock has the nerve to be polite enough to go to class without his cell phone? Let's get with the program here, dude!)
"But I won't be here Thursday." (I have to go to Topeka for some junk)
"Oh yeah, I knew that."
"You won't be here Thursday."
(This is kinda a big deal: out-of-state trip, gonna last almost a week, their first game of the spring season)
"Oh yeah!"
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and it was funny.

Friday

.....I got to World Lit Wednesday morning a little late. Plopped into my seat and scrambled to get my paper and pencil out and answer the warm-up question on the board. As I finished it up and my teacher came around to collect it, I noticed everyone turning in two papers. I peeked over at the papers in front Agreeable*. A warm-up on one page, and a chunky paragraph on the other page.
.....Oh snap! Our thesis statements for our first essay were due! I jerked a page out of my binder. I'd hardly given ten minutes thought to the topic I'd cover in our essay. I scrawled down a single sentence that said something about comparing Nora and Antigone and strengths and character and whatever else junk I could think of that sounded good.
We got our thesis statements back Friday after an announcement about making up the points we fell short by revising them. I fully expected to be spending a good chunk of time doing exactly that.
.....I got full points for the thesis statement along with a personal note from the teacher saying she was looking forward to reading my paper.
At first I was pretty excited. I'll be the first to admit I'm a bit of a suck up and I enjoy pleasing my teachers.
.....But everything has its price.
.....I realized that there's no way around it now and I'm actually going to have to put a little effort into writing this paper...