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I am completely NOT a morning person. In any sense of the word.
I don't care about sun rises, I can live without them, I don't care about the trash people who come and dump out the overflowing dumpsters, I care less about the janitorial staff in the morning, I just care less about everyone in the morning and most precisely, I care more about ME.
So posting on livejournal right before class was a nice way to sorta wake up and get the crazies out of me but I think instead it just left some room for the Mean Reds to slip in and not only was I late and hotfooting it to class in shoes that even though they are size 6s, are about a quarter of an inch to big for me, thus hurrying up is not always an option unless i wanna lose a shoe or trip...
anyway, so i try to make it from across campus to chemistry, thinking "hey you never know, i could do it", and this under the assumption and hope i make it into chemistry on time because this is the first day we're in groups and I have seven minutes to make it.
I made it in 10. And that was at my own expense, so I arrive feeling nasty and mucky and have no clue what my face looks like because I don't turn on the light ever because the girls are sleeping and so I dress in the dark and put on eye stuff in the dark...I do my hair in the dark, basically I get ready in the dark almost-and I'm sure sometimes I look it.
I had some skeeze riding behind me on his bicycle, like completely following VERY close, and me thinking "maybe he just wants to pass and not GAWK like an idiot at your ass...", I step over. The kid just zooms past me and like turns around and leers the nasty little idiot. anyway I had to cross the amazing little flood rivers before the chem building and i make it up the stairs and in my group and i;m a bit relieved because there is complete confusion and people up and you can't tell I'm late. The teacher basically messed up with a few people and instead of being in group 2, which it does say on the website that I'm in, I turn out to be in group 17; who knows nothing about chemistry either really, so we're all perfect for each other. we messed with clickers all flippin day and I utterly hate chemistry thus, all hopes of even thinking about tramping back into the medical field are dashed and laid to rest, because i hate chemistry, and I absolutely abhor math. So the day I do either for the sake of my career is the day I go crazy, because I'd rather write anyway.
Did I mention that I was late because I got out of bed prematurely because my phone decided to cause an uproar and FALL from my bed to the floor and bring down Lauren's picture frame-of her and her boyfriend no less-down with it. I climbed down from my bed about six minutes before I had to really get up, which if you know me, you should know that is a BIG deal. I get down there and have to replace the battery cover on my phone and lift up the picture frame hoping to God I didn't break it. Anyway, it wasn't broke, I check the weather and decide this is it, I brought 'em, I'm gonna wear my cowboy boots. I didn't. I spent a total of 3 minutes looking for a sock that disappeared because it's hot as hell and these socks not only match but they're thin and comfy. And I can't find the ONE.
So anyway, I leave in shoes that I didn't really wanna wear and slip off my feet...and for more details on that see above.
Also on the way there I realize "people are looking at me". And not in the nice way either. But in the "she's making weird faces..." kinda way, and it's because I am. Because I LEFT WITHOUT MY GIANT SUNGLASSES!! WHICH I VOWED AFTER ALMOST LOSING THEM TWICE TO ALWAYS WEAR AS THOUGH GLUED TO MY FACE. and i left without them, thus picture me, in probably unflattering "got dressed/made-up in the dark" look WITH these squinty eyes and a scrunched up face like I saw something or smelled something nasty.
I enjoy the world more with sunglasses on.
Anyway, coming back from chemistry was just as bad, perhaps even worse. I did get slightly elated thinking "OMG, I'm gonna see a bike accident!" when this guy ran into this girl, but I didn't. She was funny and gave him this dirty look as he SPED away, but the funny part is when he ran into her, she just sorta smiled and laughed it all and shook her head like she was the dumb one...only to later be like "a**face" as he rode away.
I loved that part of the day. I dont seem to be embracing the entire concept of like embracing TOTAL freedom as some girls do...
YOU SHOULD ALWAYS wear a BRA, ESPECIALLY if you have big boobs GIRLS! (just because your tank tops and camis come with shelf bras or cover you up for the most part does not mean I wanna see ANYTHING, whether droopy or perky, I don't care for it and it looks HORRIBLE). & also...
just because we're in the showers, I still don't want to see your boobs or your naked body unless it's my fault in some way and I walked into your stall...but parading around sans top coverage and ( God forbid) bottom coverage, is not something you should practice because now I have the permanent image of you sitting on the toilet with your big boobs bouncing-AND NOT IN UNISON. and yes, I will say something.
and also...we have dorms. And I assume you have a place to stay if not a dorm, so sleeping under trees...with your head leaning somewhat on your backpack and somewhat on the nasty dirty...gross.
What do you want lice or ants or something? QUit it!
as you can see, I'm fussy and I need a nap.
I get to eat REAL lunch at ACTUAL lunch time in approx. an hour.
love ya,
the enraged lovernaut
I don't care about sun rises, I can live without them, I don't care about the trash people who come and dump out the overflowing dumpsters, I care less about the janitorial staff in the morning, I just care less about everyone in the morning and most precisely, I care more about ME.
So posting on livejournal right before class was a nice way to sorta wake up and get the crazies out of me but I think instead it just left some room for the Mean Reds to slip in and not only was I late and hotfooting it to class in shoes that even though they are size 6s, are about a quarter of an inch to big for me, thus hurrying up is not always an option unless i wanna lose a shoe or trip...
anyway, so i try to make it from across campus to chemistry, thinking "hey you never know, i could do it", and this under the assumption and hope i make it into chemistry on time because this is the first day we're in groups and I have seven minutes to make it.
I made it in 10. And that was at my own expense, so I arrive feeling nasty and mucky and have no clue what my face looks like because I don't turn on the light ever because the girls are sleeping and so I dress in the dark and put on eye stuff in the dark...I do my hair in the dark, basically I get ready in the dark almost-and I'm sure sometimes I look it.
I had some skeeze riding behind me on his bicycle, like completely following VERY close, and me thinking "maybe he just wants to pass and not GAWK like an idiot at your ass...", I step over. The kid just zooms past me and like turns around and leers the nasty little idiot. anyway I had to cross the amazing little flood rivers before the chem building and i make it up the stairs and in my group and i;m a bit relieved because there is complete confusion and people up and you can't tell I'm late. The teacher basically messed up with a few people and instead of being in group 2, which it does say on the website that I'm in, I turn out to be in group 17; who knows nothing about chemistry either really, so we're all perfect for each other. we messed with clickers all flippin day and I utterly hate chemistry thus, all hopes of even thinking about tramping back into the medical field are dashed and laid to rest, because i hate chemistry, and I absolutely abhor math. So the day I do either for the sake of my career is the day I go crazy, because I'd rather write anyway.
Did I mention that I was late because I got out of bed prematurely because my phone decided to cause an uproar and FALL from my bed to the floor and bring down Lauren's picture frame-of her and her boyfriend no less-down with it. I climbed down from my bed about six minutes before I had to really get up, which if you know me, you should know that is a BIG deal. I get down there and have to replace the battery cover on my phone and lift up the picture frame hoping to God I didn't break it. Anyway, it wasn't broke, I check the weather and decide this is it, I brought 'em, I'm gonna wear my cowboy boots. I didn't. I spent a total of 3 minutes looking for a sock that disappeared because it's hot as hell and these socks not only match but they're thin and comfy. And I can't find the ONE.
So anyway, I leave in shoes that I didn't really wanna wear and slip off my feet...and for more details on that see above.
Also on the way there I realize "people are looking at me". And not in the nice way either. But in the "she's making weird faces..." kinda way, and it's because I am. Because I LEFT WITHOUT MY GIANT SUNGLASSES!! WHICH I VOWED AFTER ALMOST LOSING THEM TWICE TO ALWAYS WEAR AS THOUGH GLUED TO MY FACE. and i left without them, thus picture me, in probably unflattering "got dressed/made-up in the dark" look WITH these squinty eyes and a scrunched up face like I saw something or smelled something nasty.
I enjoy the world more with sunglasses on.
Anyway, coming back from chemistry was just as bad, perhaps even worse. I did get slightly elated thinking "OMG, I'm gonna see a bike accident!" when this guy ran into this girl, but I didn't. She was funny and gave him this dirty look as he SPED away, but the funny part is when he ran into her, she just sorta smiled and laughed it all and shook her head like she was the dumb one...only to later be like "a**face" as he rode away.
I loved that part of the day. I dont seem to be embracing the entire concept of like embracing TOTAL freedom as some girls do...
YOU SHOULD ALWAYS wear a BRA, ESPECIALLY if you have big boobs GIRLS! (just because your tank tops and camis come with shelf bras or cover you up for the most part does not mean I wanna see ANYTHING, whether droopy or perky, I don't care for it and it looks HORRIBLE). & also...
just because we're in the showers, I still don't want to see your boobs or your naked body unless it's my fault in some way and I walked into your stall...but parading around sans top coverage and ( God forbid) bottom coverage, is not something you should practice because now I have the permanent image of you sitting on the toilet with your big boobs bouncing-AND NOT IN UNISON. and yes, I will say something.
and also...we have dorms. And I assume you have a place to stay if not a dorm, so sleeping under trees...with your head leaning somewhat on your backpack and somewhat on the nasty dirty...gross.
What do you want lice or ants or something? QUit it!
as you can see, I'm fussy and I need a nap.
I get to eat REAL lunch at ACTUAL lunch time in approx. an hour.
love ya,
the enraged lovernaut