Waiting For Tomorrow

Something tells me that today isn't going to be my day.

I woke up at 4:38AM this morning. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I tried something new. I forced myself to get up and get ready for school. Took a shower and did all of that stuff, and came back to my room. Surfed around for a bit before I forced myself to lay down again. I got another 40 minutes of sleep. My alarm went off and I did my usual breakfast routine.

Apparently today is National Cut The Grass Day or something. Everywhere outside, grass is getting cut. (For those of you enduring freezing temperatures or close to it, I envy you. Now, I know you're saying, "Oh yea? Let's trade places." To that I say, "Please, let's.")

Tons of people on the bus today. I sat towards the front, and it was uncomfortable. Couldn't listen to my music without freaking out. Terrible bus ride.

We also made it to campus late. Very unfortunate because I needed to stop by the campus store to pick up water and what-not. This puts me 10 minutes behind my usual routine, and if you know me at all, I hate getting out of routine. So as I'm walking to class, in my mind I'm kicking rocks and dropping f-bombs. My fists are clenched and I just want to punch stuff. (Again, all in my mind.)

Out of nowhere, I see this chic. She sees me. And for an instant, I forget about everything. Kind of nice.

But 10 seconds later, I realize that would have been a perfect spot to say "hi." At that point, anything else that would have went wrong wouldn't have been really significant. So hearing something like, "I have a boyfriend" would just be thrown onto the pile and I'd keep walking. So I'm back to punching the air and other violent acts. (All in my head.)

I make it to my class, and I forgot my take-home quiz at, well, guess where. Home! Now I'm in class and just trying to figure out how to get out of this funk.

Oh, the prof just mentioned that we have a test in 9 days. Awesome. Remind me that the exam will be on context-free languages, both regular and irregular.