Day in the Life
For the hell of it, I decided to write down everything about today. Here it is.
6:30 AM- Alarm goes off. Groan. I turn it off and stare at the patterns in the ceiling for about an hour. Sometimes it's nice to take some time to just enjoy feeling comfortable. I wonder if I talk in my sleep, and if I do, what do I say? I don't remember my dreams, but I remember having them.
7:30 AM- I get up and check my e-mail. Some dude with an impossible name wants to put a lot of money in my account while he moves his family out of Africa, or something. I move it to the junk folder. I notice it's one of those cheery days where the sky is pure blue and the trees all rattle hello.
7:32 AM- I fall asleep with my eyes open and think about the color black. Black's not really black, it's a whole lot of dark colors crammed together.
7:45 AM- I grab my keys, face wash, and toothbrush and go down the hall to the bathroom. The warm water doesn't do much to wake me up, and the walls are a hideous shade of yellow. I'm never going to own a yellow bathroom.
8:00 AM- I go back to my room and pack my bag for class. Notebooks for English and History, pen, sketchpad. Shoes. I head down to the Cafeteria for breakfast.
9:20 AM- Eat and draw. I always eat and draw on tuesday mornings. I'm working on a plate of mixed fruit and creating a coat of arms for my Kings Court gameset.
9:40 AM- The teacher's late. Sigh.
9:50 AM- There's the teacher, I go into class. It looks like half of the class decided to ditch on the same day. I pull out my copy of "Light in August" and listen to the teacher. He keeps rubbing his forehead. Hm. He asks a question. Silence. Silence. I say the first thing that comes to mind, and the teacher seems relieved. He has a hard time getting the class to talk. He gets up and draws on the chalk board. It seems like as soon as I think of something to add to his list, either he or someone else says it. Cool.
11:00 AM- We get out of English class early. I go back to my room to kill time. I stay there for about five minutes before heading to History Lecture.
11:20 AM- Lecture! I sit with my friends in the front. The lecturer begins telling us about 20th Century Art. It's interesting, but the lecture isn't very organized and is difficult to follow. My friend next to me keeps talking so I give him a piece of paper and tell him to take notes. A boy without pants on runs onto the stage with a camera and starts shouting at the students while the students whistle and cat call. He thanks us for helping him with his project that's due in two hours and leaves and the lecture continues. My leg starts vibrating- it's my mom calling my cell phone. I leave the phone in my lap.
12:20 PM- Lecture went over by about ten minutes. I forgot my cell phone, I go back and get it. Then I stop in the mail room. Just advertisements. On the way out of the mailroom I see a boy with a long sleeved shirt- one sleeve pulled up each leg. A boy next to him is talking to passerby with a pizza box, moving the lid up and down like a mouth. The boy with his feet in the shirt tackles the pizza box. I walk past.
12:40 PM- I run up all four flights of stairs to my room and grab my gouache project that's due tomorrow. I haul it down to my work study.
1:00 PM- I'm at workstudy. Fill out timecard and say hi to boss. I'm given stuff to copy, then I settle down to do some gouaching. It's a fairly uneventful day in the office. I think about a lot of things. Rethink things I've thought before. That seems like such a waste of time. That color looks like guacamole.
4:30 PM- I feel pretty good; I got my work about halfway done. Sweet. I go back up to my room and type up a response to a movie that I watched over the weekend. I have to read history. I go next door to talk to some friends. We go down for food.
6:00 PM- I half enjoy the food I got from the vegan bar. It's not bad, but not quite what I expected. My friend is making boombox noises with her mouth. We all laugh. There's a boy across the cafeteria who either looks like Jesus or a turkish warrior. We talk about that for a little while. I don't want to work, but I leave anyway.
7:00 PM- I sit down and start typing this entry in order to procrastinate. I'm going to go study history now, I have a meeting with a group to discuss our presentation. We meet at 9:00. The reading's pretty light, I can do it. Dammit. Roommate has terrible taste in music. The singer just can't seem to hit the right notes. Almost, almost, eeugh. Terrible music. I'm planning on staying up really late gouaching. Or early, depending on how you look at it.
6:30 AM- Alarm goes off. Groan. I turn it off and stare at the patterns in the ceiling for about an hour. Sometimes it's nice to take some time to just enjoy feeling comfortable. I wonder if I talk in my sleep, and if I do, what do I say? I don't remember my dreams, but I remember having them.
7:30 AM- I get up and check my e-mail. Some dude with an impossible name wants to put a lot of money in my account while he moves his family out of Africa, or something. I move it to the junk folder. I notice it's one of those cheery days where the sky is pure blue and the trees all rattle hello.
7:32 AM- I fall asleep with my eyes open and think about the color black. Black's not really black, it's a whole lot of dark colors crammed together.
7:45 AM- I grab my keys, face wash, and toothbrush and go down the hall to the bathroom. The warm water doesn't do much to wake me up, and the walls are a hideous shade of yellow. I'm never going to own a yellow bathroom.
8:00 AM- I go back to my room and pack my bag for class. Notebooks for English and History, pen, sketchpad. Shoes. I head down to the Cafeteria for breakfast.
9:20 AM- Eat and draw. I always eat and draw on tuesday mornings. I'm working on a plate of mixed fruit and creating a coat of arms for my Kings Court gameset.
9:40 AM- The teacher's late. Sigh.
9:50 AM- There's the teacher, I go into class. It looks like half of the class decided to ditch on the same day. I pull out my copy of "Light in August" and listen to the teacher. He keeps rubbing his forehead. Hm. He asks a question. Silence. Silence. I say the first thing that comes to mind, and the teacher seems relieved. He has a hard time getting the class to talk. He gets up and draws on the chalk board. It seems like as soon as I think of something to add to his list, either he or someone else says it. Cool.
11:00 AM- We get out of English class early. I go back to my room to kill time. I stay there for about five minutes before heading to History Lecture.
11:20 AM- Lecture! I sit with my friends in the front. The lecturer begins telling us about 20th Century Art. It's interesting, but the lecture isn't very organized and is difficult to follow. My friend next to me keeps talking so I give him a piece of paper and tell him to take notes. A boy without pants on runs onto the stage with a camera and starts shouting at the students while the students whistle and cat call. He thanks us for helping him with his project that's due in two hours and leaves and the lecture continues. My leg starts vibrating- it's my mom calling my cell phone. I leave the phone in my lap.
12:20 PM- Lecture went over by about ten minutes. I forgot my cell phone, I go back and get it. Then I stop in the mail room. Just advertisements. On the way out of the mailroom I see a boy with a long sleeved shirt- one sleeve pulled up each leg. A boy next to him is talking to passerby with a pizza box, moving the lid up and down like a mouth. The boy with his feet in the shirt tackles the pizza box. I walk past.
12:40 PM- I run up all four flights of stairs to my room and grab my gouache project that's due tomorrow. I haul it down to my work study.
1:00 PM- I'm at workstudy. Fill out timecard and say hi to boss. I'm given stuff to copy, then I settle down to do some gouaching. It's a fairly uneventful day in the office. I think about a lot of things. Rethink things I've thought before. That seems like such a waste of time. That color looks like guacamole.
4:30 PM- I feel pretty good; I got my work about halfway done. Sweet. I go back up to my room and type up a response to a movie that I watched over the weekend. I have to read history. I go next door to talk to some friends. We go down for food.
6:00 PM- I half enjoy the food I got from the vegan bar. It's not bad, but not quite what I expected. My friend is making boombox noises with her mouth. We all laugh. There's a boy across the cafeteria who either looks like Jesus or a turkish warrior. We talk about that for a little while. I don't want to work, but I leave anyway.
7:00 PM- I sit down and start typing this entry in order to procrastinate. I'm going to go study history now, I have a meeting with a group to discuss our presentation. We meet at 9:00. The reading's pretty light, I can do it. Dammit. Roommate has terrible taste in music. The singer just can't seem to hit the right notes. Almost, almost, eeugh. Terrible music. I'm planning on staying up really late gouaching. Or early, depending on how you look at it.