I am typing away at my 17 inch laptop, sitting below the bunk where one of my roommates hits her snooze button every 5 five minutes.
My desk is littered in papers from planning and sketching out my ideas for National Novel Writing Month, wrappers from breakfast (two special K bars), and my chocolate soy milk that tastes horrible. I am continuously nudging a navy blue men’s shirt hanging from the top of my bed. After about a week and a half I have decided to do laundry (yay quarters), and I will return one of the two shirts I have taken.
Maybe it is the fact that I am back at school, but I feel a little anxious. It’s a given that I spent my Friday - Tuesday, eating, sleeping, walking occasionally (to get more food), and watching movies — that I would probably not want to be back here, sitting in classes for 50 minutes or two hours.
But I do.
I do like classes and being back in my routine.
I just think that today is one of the days where my brain sets my thoughts into a more whimsical process, and I want to listen to depressing music as I stare at the rainy outside from my bed all whilst wearing a big sweater.