Ugggh

Enough already with the randomness.
I could say more about the aforementioned situation, but I don't wanna.

I'm tired. I'm in the library, where I should probably be either reading the book for my stupid lit class or sitting in the coffeeshop drinking a cup of coffee...but somehow I'm perfectly content sitting here doing neither.
Have I mentioned that I'm tired?
I got out of lab early tonight (yay for easy labs...now if only she'd send out the stupid write-up forms after lab rather than four days from now, how happy would I be, but anyway) and now I have to wait until 9:00 (when my free minutes kick in) to call Rachel and wish her a happy birthday. Which means that my birthday is in exactly nine days, four hours and twenty-three minutes (do you know the hour and minute in which you were born? I do.). I just want it to be Friday.
On Friday night, I am going bowling with my friends - the ones who have been there since, like, seventh grade - and then we're apparently going out, but the bowling is really more the point. It's so random and fun. And Kate's not going out with us 'cuz she has to work the next day. Then after that I'm going back to Court's house, where not sure what we're gonna do, 'cuz the plan was to hang out on Saturday and do nothing then to go to the barn sale on Sunday, but her sister really wants to go to the barn sale and works on Sunday or something, so we haven't really decided what we want to do (since I really don't care, it's more difficult). Of course, her sister says every year that she wants to go with us to the sale, so it's possible that she won't make it anyway.
So yeah.
I think I'm actually going to go check my minutes and then go home if I have enough left to talk to her for the half hour before nine.
I'm too tired to sit here and read.