Today started as a sleepy day. The only reason I felt like I got out of bed in the first place was for coffee. Actually, I know that was the reason.
I have an empty bag of Starbucks coffee in the car. I am too lazy to make coffee this morning. They will make it for me if I just give them that bag. I now have a purpose. Must attain.
I don’t even change out of my sweatpants and sleep sweatshirt. I pop on a gnarly baseball hat and I’m off to the local ‘bucks. I trade my wares in for some plain French roast, no room, and make my way–two blocks back, mind you–to my humble abode. Laundry and cleaning then occured, as well as listening to “I’m Blue (da ba dee)” on my circa 1997 tape player boombox.
Work starts at 11:00 today. And like what I’ve been doing for the past few days, I’ve been listening to this song on repeat. I just can’t get it out of my head:
For some reason, every time I listen to it, I feel like I’m on a catwalk, being a high-fashion model. I then strut myself across campus to my delightfully paper-pushy, cushy, workstudy job. Before I get to the University Center, I stopped to smell the roses.
It’s been raining off and on for the past few days here, and all the plants love it. It’s like the world is in Technicolor.
After five hours of spreadsheets, I strutted myself back to my abode to nap for a couple hours before a movie screening that I wanted to attend for credit for my German class entitled “Dome of Heaven.”
The premise is that a Native American girl from a very rural town in Oklahoma has to overcome a fear of public speaking as well as her poverty-stricken homelife to make something of herself. Afterwards, there was a Q&A with the director as well as delicious free food.
Which leads me to now, drinking very cold coffee from the reception and typing this entry on a library computer. Why a library computer? Because Apple called me to say that they still haven’t fixed my laptop. I’m starting to be beyond peeved at the situation, but what can you do at this point? If they bought me a new computer as an apology letter, I wouldn’t turn it down.
Next week I begin my training regimen for my half-marathon. I was going to start this week, to coincide with our cutting cycle, but none of the days have worked out at all and the aforementioned rain just makes everything wet and uncomfortable. Yes, a truly lame excuse.
Now to stop procrastinating from my blog writing class essay, and finish this entry.