Does anyone ever have those days where anything ridiculous that could possibly happen does? Yeah. It's been one of those days. Hell, it's been one of those weeks. College is just panning out to be one big drama. I should have cameras following me around. I could make millions.
But seriously.
All this drama is gonna drive me off the deep end someday. And I'm already near the diving board.
Why did I just use a swimming metaphor? I don't swim. I am not a swimmer. I float. I paddle. But I don't swim. My shoulders are too femininely delicate to classify me as a swimmer.
I'm exhausted. That's right, I'll blame it on exhaustion. College. I haven't gone to bed before one in the morning for a very long time. I miss my bed at home. I went from sleeping on a double pillow-top with two extra comforters under a mattress pad for extra floofiness to a four inch nylon-covered slab with a lame excuse for a mattress pad. I miss my bed, dammit. I wish I was close enough to home that I could go home for a weekend. Blargh. I'm gonna go take my frustrations out on the poor souls in the common room.
Heart, me.
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