Life's like an hourglass glued to the table.
Buzzzz.....buzzzz....My hand shot out before my eyes ever opened and began to smack the table next to my bed. "Must kill..." After knocking a bunch of things off onto the floor, I finally got the god-awful sound to stop. Who ever invented alarm clocks needed to be shot, or torn piece by piece until they...I stopped myself from finishing that
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Not that I'd tripped over her, personally. I was just watching and hoping someone would because it had been that sort of day for a while now. The quad isn't my hang out of choice, but it was one of those times when I could either make it back to my dorm between classes, or have lunch, but not both. I chose lunch.
I don't see what other people do in eating outside. Sunshine, fresh air, other people: these are all things that are detrimental to my appetite.
But, ooh! Here we go. This looks promising: girl toddling across the quad in inappropriately strappy and high heels. At the last minute she sees the girl on the ground; takes too rapid evasive action. Her heels wobble in the grass and she flails an arm around, comes close to, but doesn't quite go down. And then she minces off, pretending nothing happened.
I snickered.
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