isn't it ironic?

isn't it ironic that i got up at 7 am and got ready for the day just to go back to bed again an hour later? isn't it ironic that i'm excited about losing yet another game of ultimate? isn't it ironic that my chem professor played isn't it ironic today in the middle of class?

so it hasn't really been what you might call ironic, but here goes.

yes, this morning i rose early and got to stat lab (on time, i must say) only to leave seven minutes later. wonderful. why do i even bother waking up early enough to get ready on wednesdays? i guess i can't really complain about an easy class...its just a shame that i'm missing out on some of my beauty sleep (haha).

its amazing. the dominating dueces (my hall frisbee team, for those who are unaware) lost terribly again this afternoon...another 15-3 score. hey, maybe we'll just try to score each game. whats so amazing is that i'm really not that upset about it. okay, everyone knows i'm pretty competative, especially when it comes to ultimate. the thing is, hardly any of the girls have played before and all the teams we play are all guys. the chances of us winning are extremely slim, but it is good to see how the girls improve over the course of the game. i kinda get to coach and wallow in my memories of being a team captain in high school. oh the joys.

finally, chemistry. i believe that this class is a form of sheer tourture. it brings out my stupid moments of having no idea how to deal with chemicals (by the way, i can't add), it consumes nearly all my homework time, and it makes me miss classes (well, only one so far). my professor has to be the most random person. he talks about purple hooded horses on neptune, asks how many people have been in wrecks, if anyone has ever seen a unicorn, throws things on the ground at random times to make really loud sounds (i guess to wake that person on the second row, left corner up), and plays michael jackson and other random songs, such as isn't it ironic, on the speakers. strange man.

anyway, i feel just like crawling into bed with all my clothes for the day and makeup still on...now wouldn't that be ironic?