12:00 AM

Alternate title: The Story of Thursday

My 7:40 alarm goes off to remind me that I suck at waking up, and I realized that there was a buzzing sound even after I hit snooze. Apparently a bug decided to make itself at home in my bedroom. I don't know what kind of bug because it decided it would attack me while I was blind. In the words of Velma, I can't see without my glasses. After buzzing around my bedroom for a few minutes It landed on my tote and that's when I decided that a) I probably couldn't go to class and b) it was time to lock myself in the bathroom. Off I sprinted to save myself. I maybe even pushed the rug to the door to make sure it couldn't squeeze in. I thought I was safe. Except I forgot all of my things and had to confront the bug once again. I ran out, gathered my belongings, and hoped like hell he hadn't infiltrated my shelter. As you can tell by the simple fact that I am alive and writing, the bug did not find its way into my fortress.

Class was interesting as it always is. What starts off as a mild organized mess of observations always turns into just a mess of opinions that no one cares about, including the speaker. After spending three hours a day, five days a week with these people I know that I never again will take a Maymester course. Today we were talking about feminist perspectives and of course we discussed patriarchy and marriage. My professor asked why women have been historically seen as belonging to men, and hinted towards religious beginnings. She asked where women supposedly came from, according to the Bible. Someone said Jesus. They answered Jesus. Jesus. I don't know much about religion, but I do know that Eve was made with a rib from Adam. Not Jesus. Who wasn't even really a thing at that point. 

After work I came home, immediately laid in bed and ate all of the Brookside Dark Chocolate Pomegranate that I could. I schemed about how I should use my new notebook from TinyPrints. I watched 30 Rock. Took a nap. Then I woke up and made some nugs for dinner. Clearly I am a real adult. Jealous? You should be. I spent the rest of the night working on a paper, and wishing I could convince my boyfriend to come see me right now. I couldn't figure anything out.  There was more 30 Rock.  I snugged Franklin for a bit.  Oh, and my new roommate who also happens to be my former RA killed that massive bug for me.  My notebook from Tiny Prints came in, so I was pretty excited.  Basically, it was a decent day.

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  1. That notebook is gorgeous! I always hate deciding what to use a new pretty notebook for. What if I change my mind? What if I end up hating the school subject that I got the notebook for!? :) Decisions Decisions :D