cant tell me nothin

Today started like pretty much every other Tuesday in the history of the world, dumb and annoying.

For those of you who are currently uneducated concerning my preferences of the day of the week, Imma get this out of the way: I effing hate Tuesdays.

Mondays are no biggie, I only have two classes, and I usually get the homework done or at least started on Sunday night because I'm dweeb like that.

But Tuesday, no. I have class from 10:35-4:05 with about one and half hours worth of break in there. The day crawls by, and its rather exhausting.

If you have class from like 8-5, stfu, I'm in a whiney mood.

This Tuesday wasn't quite good enough to be an exception, but it did how two things that made it suck slightly less:

1. On my way from breakfast to English, I saw a guy who was at least in his 30's walking around in a kilt. At first I'm like okay whatevs different culture blah blah. Then I realize he is wearing a Thundercats T-shirt. For some reason I was reminded of Gareth.

2. Sitting in the lobby waiting for my music class (last class of the day/least favorite class period) someone busts out of the classroom and announces that class is canceled.*

So that was pretty cool I guess. I went back to my dorm and didn't really do anything productive instead of being in class, and that was pretty nice.

*Since when has canceled been spelled with one L? I swear its supposed to be cancelled. ajslk;flksjdfenglishmajor?

Aside from that today was pretty uneventful.



So my eating and sleep schedules have pretty much been destroyed.

I generally sleep from around 4 to 9 in the mornings, then in between classes or something.

For the most part I've cut caffeine out of my diet (probably just because I'm out of mountain dew and forgot to buy some on my last wal mart run) and I can sort of admit its a lot easier to actually sleep when I get into bed, as opposed to laying awake for hours contemplating my ceiling.

Speaking of that, I took a nap today.

Nonono, I tried to take a nap.

After laying in my bed for around 30 minutes, I finally drifted off. What felt like seconds later, it sounded like my door was being raped by someones fist. What the door rapist didn't realize was they the door wasn't actually closed, and promptly smashed open and collided with the wall adjacent to it.

After this pleasantry, a bunch of RA's yell "HAY IS ANYONE IN HERE?"

Laying as still as possible hoping not to be noticed, one of them walks in and feels it necessary to again yell and inquiry as to whether or not the room was inhabited.

I must have mumbled something or twitched, as the one who entered quickly said (yelled) "Oh, sorry. Do you have any spare change to donate to a good cause?" and held up a duffel bag partially filled with change.

I have accumulated a few dollars in coins over the past few weeks, and most of the time I would be happy to toss it away without thinking. I still did so in my daze, but I would have much rather forcefully inserted it somewhere aside from the duffel bag.

And uh.... That was my Tuesday.

7 classes till the weekend.

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