Sweet Nectar
Thursday really tried to kick my ass, but somehow, I just didn't let it. Ok, it wasn't even really that bad at all now that I think about it.
I couldn't sleep/concentrate the night before, so I woke up at 5 am to study.
5 am is an incredible time of day. It's basically still nighttime, but the sky
starts to have this surreal color to it. No one is awake. Not the bums, not the neighbor's annoying dog, not a damn thing. I felt like I was the only one alive in San Francisco. It was just like that movie Chris wants to see that I can't think of the name of. You know, the Will Smith one. Yeah, that one. It was like that.
I get to the parking garage by school, and hey, no early bird today. Sweet. But I park anyway, and mentally calculate the millions of dollars I will be spending just to have my car sit.
I go to Starbucks, drop my first drink (go me), excessively apologize to the poor girl who has to be there, working at 5 am, and she gives me another drink and cleans my mess.
I do more staring at other people then studying.
I take my RIDICULOUS final. 16 pages that thing was. It was a freaking BOOK. Yeah, that's what I wanted to do today, write a book about business. That's when I started to feel like I was going to puke, but not from the test, but from the Starbucks.
Ok, this thing is getting long, so time to condense:
-I go to the laundrymat with my 10 (yes, 10) loads of laundry because I haven't washed anything since October. All the machines are already full, I dragged my shit there for nothing. I drop my detergent and it spills everywhere.
-I go to the grocery store and back into a Mercedes. Yeah, that's right, amongst the beat up 1992 Honda Civics and unregistered, uninsured trucks and mopeds, there was a gleaming Mercedes, and I hit it. The woman freaked out. DEEP BREATH.
-I decide to drive all the way to my mom's in Manteca to do my laundry for oh, 8 hours. But I got to watch the Project Runway marathon, eat Moose Munch, get my head patted by my mommy, and get a burrito out of the deal, so it was sweet.
Synopsis: Lots of bad shit happened, but it just didn't phase me. I rule.
Mommy's make life better. And mine is the best.
I couldn't sleep/concentrate the night before, so I woke up at 5 am to study.
5 am is an incredible time of day. It's basically still nighttime, but the sky
starts to have this surreal color to it. No one is awake. Not the bums, not the neighbor's annoying dog, not a damn thing. I felt like I was the only one alive in San Francisco. It was just like that movie Chris wants to see that I can't think of the name of. You know, the Will Smith one. Yeah, that one. It was like that.
I get to the parking garage by school, and hey, no early bird today. Sweet. But I park anyway, and mentally calculate the millions of dollars I will be spending just to have my car sit.
I go to Starbucks, drop my first drink (go me), excessively apologize to the poor girl who has to be there, working at 5 am, and she gives me another drink and cleans my mess.
I do more staring at other people then studying.
I take my RIDICULOUS final. 16 pages that thing was. It was a freaking BOOK. Yeah, that's what I wanted to do today, write a book about business. That's when I started to feel like I was going to puke, but not from the test, but from the Starbucks.
Ok, this thing is getting long, so time to condense:
-I go to the laundrymat with my 10 (yes, 10) loads of laundry because I haven't washed anything since October. All the machines are already full, I dragged my shit there for nothing. I drop my detergent and it spills everywhere.
-I go to the grocery store and back into a Mercedes. Yeah, that's right, amongst the beat up 1992 Honda Civics and unregistered, uninsured trucks and mopeds, there was a gleaming Mercedes, and I hit it. The woman freaked out. DEEP BREATH.
-I decide to drive all the way to my mom's in Manteca to do my laundry for oh, 8 hours. But I got to watch the Project Runway marathon, eat Moose Munch, get my head patted by my mommy, and get a burrito out of the deal, so it was sweet.
Synopsis: Lots of bad shit happened, but it just didn't phase me. I rule.
Mommy's make life better. And mine is the best.