and did i mention you're beautiful?
Yesterday morning I had an 8:30 class. When I woke up, my clock said 8:31. I keep my clock six minutes fast, so I had five minutes to make it to Brown Science Center, which is the farthest building from me on campus. I have never gotten up and moving so quickly. I was taking off my pajama pants while I was still half-way in bed, grabbed my glasses and threw on some jeans. I put my tennis shoes on half way, and didn't change out of the fleece and t-shirt I had slept in, and I sprinted down the stairs and across Broadway. I got to class with 30 seconds to spare, wearing day a day old shirt and fleece, wrinkled jeans, half-on shoes, no bra, and a string of pearls. I hadn't looked in the mirror. I didn't change clothes--or put on a bra--all day, even though I did look in the mirror (when I washed my face/brushed my teeth).
Today I woke up in time to shower and put on clean clothes, but I kept the pearls. Wore them with a tshirt and tennis shoes and I think it's my new personal touch to style.
Oh, and guess has to have all new breaks put on her car? And guess who would almost be willing to pay for it with "favors"? Sigh. The life of a poor college student.
I have my first test tomorrow, but I don't predict it will be hard. Then Friday I have another test. Then Monday I have yet another test, and the final draft of my first formal paper due...(shoots self)
Tonight I went to the transy gay-straight alliance (TGSA). We're planning a same-sex hand holding day, and a few other awareness/education events. woot.
going to study in back lobby.