i cannot even begin to explain.
i went to bed around eleven last night, intent on reading a bit.
that was interesting, i honestly kept laughing with each sentence.
fabulous (so far).
daniel handler's adverbs.
i would definately recommend, based on the first two chapters alone.
anyway.
so i was reading, and realized about halfway through the third chapter, that i didn't know what i had just read.
but instead of closing the book and setting it on the box next to my head, i just held it, and left the light on, thinking i'd get up in just a moment to put it away and turn off the light.
about an hour later, there's a knock at my door (it's now about one)
i'm startled awake, my head throbbing.
i yelled (literally), "come in!"
she walks in
"did i leave my phone in here?"
no, you idiot, you did not leave your fucking phone in here, why are you knocking on my door at one in the morning looking for your phone!?
she left and closed the door behind her.
so i fall back asleep, still with the book, still with the light on.
another hour and the door slams open, the roommate has returned.
she's in and out for the next hour, making all sorts of noise, and leaving the door open so i can hear two of my other suitemates yelling at each other from opposite ends of the suite.
this entire time, my head is throbbing and i'm just trying to sleep.
finally, i realize the book is still in my hand, so i set it aside and roll over to face the wall.
eventually i end up sleeping.
i wake up around ten (after hitting the snooze about thirteen times) feeling like a corpse for the third time this week.
every joint stiff as a board, everything achy.
i've been coughing a lot today.
coughing and sneezing.
and i'm achy.
oh dear.
maybe i'm getting sick.
wouldn't that just be great?
or not.
so i manage to get dressed for the day, bum around a bit, play around with the idea of doing some homework, and then i look at the clock at just the right time to realize that i need to go to class.
so i go to class and the person who knocked on my door looking for her damn phone at one in the morning is sitting there, next to me, and keeps talking.
"are you okay?"
i would be if you'd just stop talking - i hissed at her.
she looked taken aback, and then started laughing.
class ends and i leave as fast as possible, barely aware that she's talking in the background.
as i'm nearing the dorm she yells "wendy! wait for me!"
i turn to look and she's walking (slowly, i might add) toward me.
"do you need a hug?"
no, i don't need a damn hug. don't touch me.
"haha, what would you do if i gave you a hug right now?"
i'd punch you in the face.
"are you serious?" she looked at me, a goofy grin on her face.
yes! i'm serious! don't fucking touch me!
"okay.. geeze. i won't bother you until this afternoon then."
whatever. i'm leaving.
"okay honey, you have a safe drive."
abnfi2ew!!EMOnjiaf0owkfmnr12'!
UGH!
just leave me the fuck alone!
so...
i manage to get off campus.
i get to the post office.
then i wait.
for over forty-five minutes.
finally i make it to the counter.
i just need to know how many stamps it'll take to send this.
he looks at it and jokingly says, "half a dozen"
i was actually expecting about that, but he puts it on the scale and then notices my stamps.
"are you actually going to use those?"
uh.. yes, i was planning on it.
"i'll give you seven forty for them"
um.. are you kidding?
"no! i've been trying to get that set forever"
uh, okay
and he gives me this huge grin, and digs out his wallet and gets me a five, two ones, and a dime, a nickel, and a quarter
completely nonplussed by this, i slide the 1950s car stamp set back into the plastic and hand it to him, taking the cash
then i use four constellation stamps for the mail, he takes it from me and then says, "thank you so much, i have plans for this set of stamps," and then smiles at me once again.
so nice to have made an old man's day.
very odd though.
so then i go on to the grocery store to see if they'll cash a check for me.
they can't cash that particular type of check (tuition refund) but direct me to two different branches of a bank.
the nice gay guy gave directions i could understand, so i followed his directions and made it to the bank.
they cashed the check no problem, and now i've got some money.
and since my laundry detergent has up and walked, i stop at walgreens.
i was really hoping maybe it would be on sale, because i really didn't feel like fighting walmart crowds.
so i walk through the door and immediately the sensor things begin to beep.
oh great.
so i start digging in my bag, wondering what on earth could be making the thing go off.
my wallet/booklet thingy, a newspaper, sunglasses, keys... nothing.
so the lady at the counter says, "it must be your electric personality"
uh.. yeah.
so i go back to where they have the detergent, and they want seven dollars for it!
i don't think so!
so i bought a drink and left, the lovely sensors alerting the store to my presence yet again.
"don't worry honey, it's all right"
so i left, flustered and embarassed.
it really bothers me when those things go off for no reason.
i know it happens, i've worked retail, but i really hate it.
people look at you, wondering what on earth you're trying to steal, or wondering what kind of person you must be to try to steal something from the pharmacy.
ugh.
anyway, i left, got back in my car and decided i was hungry.
so i drove over to chick-fil-a and got a #1 no pickles with a fruit cup instead of fries.
how exciting.
so i drive back to school, fighting bad drivers and school zones and manage to get a decent parking space.
i get back to my room, shut the door, change into shorts and a t-shirt and then i ate my sandwich and most of my fruit cup and now i'm sitting here.
there are girls giggling outside my door, being loud, and bringing back my headache.
i just got a phone call to make sure i knew something was just a joke, which i knew, but it was nice anyway.
i got an email from my mother telling me that i need to stick it out and not give up and all that junk, which really just makes the problem worse, not better.
so i'm just sitting here.
i'm debating doing homework, (two assignments due tomorrow) but who cares?
certainly not me.
and, to top things off, i've got something due to the library today.
which means i have to at least drop it off in the book drop.
or pay a fine.
i can't renew it.
so i absolutely must leave again.
and i should probably get some laundry detergent, because i need to wash clothes..
it's just one of those days.
a day where nothing at all happens except the postman buying my stamps.
a bit out of the ordinary, but nothing spectacular.
i need a spectacular day.
i just noticed that the time i started writing this was right at four pm, and it's now four thirty-two.
obviously, it's one of those days.
maybe i'll just go to bed