I slept through my morning lecture, and don’t have anywhere I really have to be until 8 p.m., so until then I think I’m just gonna forego the Study Abroad Fair this afternoon, put my phone on my desk—which I will regret later—and stay in bed in this puke-colored sweatshirt and browse the internet, which I can do now since my dad gave me a new 1000-foot-long ethernet cable that can easily make it to the other side of the room. Maybe I will eat some of the ice cream in my freezer (which is more like an extra-cold-but-well-over-32-degrees-Fahrenheit drawer in my fridge). And what better place to start than Tumblr.
I think I’ll clean the wine off my mirror and my walls and erase the evidence of yesterday’s experiments without a corkscrew. I should also keep researching my fantasy schedule for next semester, one without any morning lectures that I’ve learned I will always sleep through, because the self-loathing is getting out of hand. Also, Virginia Woolf. That’s a class I want to take, and that reminds me that I want to re-read some of To the Lighthouse today but all I brought to college is A Room of One’s Own which is fine because I want to re-read that too.
But first, some episodes of Misfits. The underlying objective of it all is to shake the sense of guilt I feel for spending a day like this in college. I feel like I’m committing a taboo against the sacred image of super-social-hyper-academic College/#college/”college,” when back home a day like this would only muster in me a little bit of awareness that I was being unproductive. I feel like I’m supposed to long for my 200th meal in John Jay and whatever random shit I would end up doing afterwards that might be more in the image of college. But here I am, under my blanket, typing away, ready to eat Cherry Garcia with a plastic fork.
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You know why you couldn’t read...morning? Because...stole it...
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