aruan | livin' la vida universite

Morning:
Roll out of bed. Forty-five minutes later than should've. Breakfast is chocolate milk, class is a four minute jog in flip-flops. Proceed to have illustrated to me the loser I've spent the last thirteen years being and how slim my chances of redemption later in life will be.

Afternoon:
Goldfish crackers snuck underneath my desk is lunch during Psychology of Personality. Had to jog there too, but that's because it's across campus from my last class, which ran over, and Professor Asshole wouldn't let me sign the attendance sheet for being two seconds late and obviously breathing heavy, requisite beads of sweat trickling down my face and back. A point off my grade, fyi. Braved monsoon rains to get to Reitz and funnelled aggressive psychic energies into kicking ass for an audience on the DDR board. Feeling slightly righteous, I grabbed a scoop of "Show Me The Money" at Freshens, spoiling dinner be damned. I love you, mom.

Evening:
Roommate's working out next door, making me outrageously self-conscious. Fuck it, not tonight. Philosophical Society meeting in half an hour, so dinner is watermelon chunks and pretzel sticks with spicy mustard set to vintage rap and pop. Aah, the nineties. How we revel in the shame.

For the moment though there is cozy warmth, new fic, pretty pictures and media on demand. The sun is slowly but steadily earning its reputation for being a harbinger of evil. Let the stars shine and the moon grin, for another day's been banished.