Tacky

So, last week, I missed one of my favorite classes in the whole world. And the reason? To finish my midterm project for that very class. Meanwhile, I showed up at the end of class, turned it in, and proceeded to talk to my dear professor about how much I loved the project, which was actually true. Clearly though, I enjoyed it so much that I missed his lecture for it. Um, that's really tacky. It rivals the time that I missed Meg and Ben's wedding ceremony and showed up for the reception. I really didn't mean to; I left plenty of time to get there, actually, a whole hour and a half extra. There was just an unrealistic amount of traffic in New Hampshire. Still, I was a no-show for the most important part of their wedding. TACKY.