Good shit or bad shit, it's still shit.

Woke up at 7:30. My inner owl hates me now.
Caught a bus to college.
Attended an enrollee meeting.
Officially accepted into college.
Enjoyed the "HOLY SHIT HAHAHAH SCHOOL CAN SUCK MY BROWN ASS HI COLLEGE HOW YE DOIN'" emotion wave.
Talked to a ~40yr alcoholic who kept on telling me modern music is dumb - not that I disagree - that heavy metal is ok - not that my playlist disagrees - and that Beatles is the shit. Eh, okay?
Got rid of him by jumping into a bus.
Fell asleep, woke up past the final stop. Dammit, owl!
The conductor, who I call "HPtRBCT" for Harry Potter the Russian Bus Check-taker - seriously, his face is straight from the last movie - let me jump out right in front of the bus park, which is, ahem, kinda illegal, thanks for that, Harry Potter.
Rode the bus back to my house, which was a long fucking trip, seriously, more than two hours of sitting in one spot.
And yeah. That's kind of it.

TL:DR; Graduated school, got accepted into college, met Harry Potter, was on a bus trip across the whole district and back.