My morning started with an experiment, to see if the bus actually went past the stop at the time of day it was supposed, instead of sticking around an extra few minutes (it must have gone past before hand) I trucked it up to the transit station and like a champ left my bus pass at the house. $2 I wont see again for a pass that was already paid for, technically i still haven't lost any money out of it.

I arrived at UNCA at 9:15 and walked in to find the center's door closed again. The transfer student orientation was having a breakfast, which apparently I had missed the majority of. I was invited to have some food and to my surprise there was fruit (probably canned) , french toast, eggs with the ham cooked in, bacon, sausage, lame excuses for bagels, and quartered muffins. With fruit, bagel, and french toast on my plate i sat to eat alone at a table meant for 8 people. Three bites in a kid my age asked if he could join me. He was a nice kid, a returning student in no need of orientation who had also heard about the free food. I'm slightly ashamed to say that I eat like I will never have access to food again. His name was Ryan, from Virginia and I thoroughly enjoyed our breakfast date...that poor bastard.

I then spent the rest of my day working to input data into a non-profit program. For just over 60 recipients I was not thrilled to spend 4 hours with that task but I powered through it with the help of music from Pink, Nicki Minaj, and whomever else Lamar decided to play. For lunch I decided to go on a run and it was glorious. At 2 o'clock it felt nearly 60 degrees out and I  was thrilled to get up, to breathe hard, and keep my legs kicking. I decided to literally run to lunch, I got to Urban Burrito (it was good the first time), and turned to go back a different route. It was a little odd running with something in hand but it was a great day out and the last thing I wanted to do was go back to internship.

My last hour of internship was spent counting bookmarks.
To repeat that, I counted bookmarks, by my eye, to groups of 100. The labeling and rest of grunt work will not be saved for when I care but actually ASAP because I loathe bookmarks, especially when they dirty my white shirt, and make me stop working out earlier than I want to. But wait there's more...