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Some days I realize how important faith is. Especially when you have tremendously awkward bad luck -- like I do.

This morning, I woke up super early but still couldn't get my lunch together fast enough. I watched the butt of the bus drive away, and instead of trudging back to my apartment and changing into jeans, I just got in my car and drove to school. When I parked, after paying eight bucks, and was like "What the hell I totally could have biked to school again!"

I went to the library, cursing my stupidity. Photocopied and did some reading. Then, when I got up I realized I ripped the ass of my skirt. So I went and bought a hot dog from APSA and then walked to class. Sat for thirty minutes of "The Fall of the I-Hotel", and then told my teacher and headed home to change.

Granted, if I had changed into jeans and rode my bike, I would not have had this issue. But none-the-less, I'd like to think there is a higher intellectual being (aka Jesus) who is watching over me and my uni-tard not-so-covered ass.