one of the things i like about this blog is that i know that no one reads it. i know thats kindof counterintuitive. normally the goals of a blogger are to have as many eyes peruse it as possible but knowing that my audience is extremely limited allows me to say whatever the hell i want with no repercussions.
i would rather have a mug of hot tea and a pound of granola than witness the second coming of christ.
see? no repercussions. its wonderful.
so today has been delightfully uninteresting so far.
i woke up to an old man telling me todays happenings in syria (npr is my alarm clock. i dont have an newsworthy old man on retainer. although that is something to look into) and then beat my poor clock senseless to get that extra thirty minutes of zzz. then i looked in the mirror and freaked myself out due to the crazy sleep wrinkles on my face. i swear, sleeping stomach-side down is going to age me faster than cigarette smoking and time.
i contemplated skiving off class because fuck school. amirite? imrite. but i sucked it up like a black hole and drove the thirty minutes to my commuter escuela, got a venti earl gray and made my way up to my empty classroom. wait. pause. rewind. play. yes thats right. empty classroom. my early western civ teacher decided to cut class. cue sleepy celebration right? right. then i got a call from my developmental psych prof telling me that he had called out on my noon class. cue super celebration! then i realized i had driven an hour total to get to school where no classes were taking place.
let me reiterate: fuck school.
so now im at otripp meandering back and forth from completing assignments to brutally murdering time. writing class, youve met your overachieving match. mindy kaling's blog and kelly oxford's tumblr and stumbleupon youve met your next willing victim. seriously though, i could spend hours looking at all the fantastically caloric recipes on stumble. i mean french toast pancakes HELLO?
soon ill have to stop recklessly brutalizing my free time and get down to real work. such as my required reading of "the prince" by machiavelli. i bet its gonna be full of hoity toity renaissance writing that i have to read four times before i grasp the overdramatic meaning. im totally thrilled? no. wait. im not.
alright im done with my meaningless rambles.
HA. like that statement will ever ring true with me.
good thing no one has to listen to it AMIRITE?
yes. yes i am.
