Eventful Monday, Worst is Yet to Come

My parents sent me a Valentines care package. On the envelope of the card my name was spelled wrong. That's right, even my own mother spelled my name wrong. Granted, she was trying to write in big block letters, but that would only demonstrate the lack of ability to do art in my genes. My name was spelled something like: 'MICA (it might have been an attempt at an 'h') LE.' I'm just going to assume my mom was rushing.

I spent five hours chilling with Britt in Barnes and Nobles. We performed an unintentional economic experiment (to be described when I have more time). Right now I have to go to evil screenwriting class. Here's hoping I don't directly have to speak to the evil professor.