It's official. . .

. . . .I have the saddest social life.

Today I went to talk to a professor about a C grade. This is the gist of what he tells me as I sit crying in his office because I am so frustrated: get over it, get a life, and start dating. WHAT?!?!

Sad thing is he's middle-aged, he's got bad teeth, and he may be gay.

I've sunk to new lows.

Too much time on my hands

Clemson is not nearly as fun in the summer, in fact, it's quite sketchy. There is no one around! I've been all alone in my apartment all week and it's a very sad thing indeed. Fortunately, I do have my maymester class to keep me somewhat busy, but I could be taking a 10 hour class and not have it fill all the spare time that I have. The first day of being alone, I was uber-productive. Every day since then my productivity has begun to slide. I hope it will get a boost tonight though when JULIA RETURNS!!! I've missed her so much and I can't wait to see her! Until then, I'm getting some spring cleaning done (Watch out dust bunnies, Here. I. Come.), do laundry, maybe start packing to head to Charleston, and then hopefully going to go for a run on the dike.