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I had a busy morning.

My alarm went off at 715. I pushed the snooze button, clicked on the lamp and opened the drapes a bit. I heard natural light helps you wake up. Fifteen minutes later I dragged myself out of bed, found my pj pants, and put on some socks and a jacket. It sucks getting up when it's cold in the room and your bed is all toasty.

After sitting in traffic for an hour, I finally made it to school and headed for my advisor's office. I was able to get one of the last appointments. Ten minutes later they were all full. Sweeet.

My advisor basically confirmed what I had figured out, except I missed that I need to take one more elective. After some struggles with the stupid online enrollment system that kept giving me error messages, I snagged the last seat in the class. Biodiversity, here I come. I also finally made it over to the psych office to declare my minor, something that's been on the list for a couple years now.

On my way home, I decided to check out that bra specialist shop, even though I have no money for it. The bra shop was a trip. The lady whisked me back into a dressing room and told me to take off my shirt. She measured me and proceeded to give me bra after bra to try on, tugging, readjusting and observing. It was a strange situation, because there was a curtain at the door and I was scared I'd be without a bra on when she would pop in and ask how they fit and give me more.

All in all, it was a good experience, because I thought I had measured myself correctly. I was on the right track but I was still way off in size. I got 2 bras, totalling $150. Ouch. But, when I went to put back on the bra I came in with, I noticed a huge difference in support and coverage from what I'd been trying on. I say it's a good investment. Hopefully this will be the last mention of the "finding the right bra" saga.

Now I'm broke. My boss has been sick and my financial aid doesn't come through for another couple weeks. I've officially banned my credit card from my wallet. It's safely in my desk drawer until it gets paid down a bit. Hel-lo piggy bank.