What Have I Done Today?

Well, I woke up. Many times.
I couldn't seem to stay resting after my eyes opened for the first time. Daylight- sunlight, at that- penetrated the awful dream I'd been having.
So I climbed down from my tree like a giant sloth and searched for my shower shoes.
Half an hour later, I'm almost ready to go eat. My friend, Adrienne, yells at me for my undying need to eat at precise times. I, on the other hand, think people who can command their stomach to be content are bizarre.
Disappointment strikes when I see that all they have in the cafeteria are cold hash browns and... is that ham?
I settle for Lucky Charms. Well, a less awesome version of them, at least.
Luck and charm. Both things I could use.
I brought my bible and my journal with me, just as I do everyday. It's not to be a good girl, it's just because I know I'll sit alone and looking like a bookish, wholesome person is marginally better then looking like a loser.
Instead of staring at beautiful men under the guise of writing, today I went back to my room to finish my Spanish homework. Ahh, beautiful major classes. I love doing homework when I actually want to absorb it. The problem is that I wind up being diligent in Spanish 201, but I haven't even started three other papers I'm supposed to be doing.
Soy muy malo, y perezosa. . . jajaja. . .  solo un poquito. . .
I've had this song stuck in my head all day. It's by one of my favorite bands- He is We. It's called All About Us. The video is about a couple who stills follows through with a relationship even though the girl has cancer. it kind of makes me want to cry; the song itself is about dancing. Perhaps metaphorically. But that aspect makes me smile. It makes me want to tango better.
Oh, there's my friend now, to scare the heck out if me in the process of giving me a hug!
Her tired eyes are glowing. After three days of being bedriddenly ill, a boy has made her magically better.
So homework is on hold.
Fast forward ten minutes, and it's time to walk to chapel. Which I honestly wouldn't mind if it wasn't all the way in Russia. But now it's over and done- and would you look at that! I'm hungry again!
Stuffed peppers, steamed broccolli, olives, french bread pizza... cafeteria workers must be in a good mood today. I look around my table, at my girls. We're such a diverse group. Not in the usual sense, but in the fact that we don't really make sense as a whole.
Diedre the workaholic in love. Adrienne the healing worrywart. Becca the free spirit. Britney the adorable and underestimated. There's two Hannah's- both radically different. Lukke the...
oh wait, when did he get there?
He always appears when you least expect it. At the table. In the doorway. it always scares me to death.
Do I just scare easily, perhaps?
I've been healthy enough. Time for strawberry ice cream.
Oh look, it's you
You walk in with tousled jet black hair and sleepy eyes.
You wear that white v-neck t-shirt just about every day. I remember a rant I went on last year about guys that wear the same clothes every day. Somehow, your habits don't bother me.
That ice cream went too fast.
Time for work. What a beautiful day. The sun is shining, clouds are rolling past... people are smiling... I almost expect to see a Dalmatian run across the perfect grass. It's like a neat little American neighborhood. It keeps some semblance of order in our confusing, ever twisting lives.
Now I've listened to He is We for the past hour. I have goosebumps on my legs, which are propped up on the computer under the desk because the mechanical heat is comforting.
There's been nothing to do for the past hour. It's 3:43.  I like number s like that, which begin and end with the same number.
I've thought of several things to do with tape. One is a sucessful way to take the little bit of concealer I have off. Another is to make my glasses geeky.
I've also seen the light in the whole paper clips vs. staples drama. A professor I work for despises staples because they are a waste. Paper clips are reusable. I'm all for that. Save the metal trees!
I remember when I was little I used to watch Animal Planet, and soak up all sorts of cool facts about things that lived in the Amazon and its surrounding rainforests. At the Cleveland Zoo, there's an animated table that is a rainforest. Then it gets smokey, and suddenly the trees are gone and in their place are workers and fork lifts and other machines.
I remember peeking over that table to watch with my little brown eyes- wondering how they did that. It made me so sad for all the little animals. As a little girl, I was a hardcore environmentalist. For some reason as I reach adulthood, I scoff the people who passionate about conservation. I have no idea why. I should probably change that about myself.
For the fifth time in the last hour, I'm listening to All About Us.
I really ought to just leave. But then I wouldn't get paid...
but if I left, I could go to the soccer game on time...

Gah. My eyes hurt.
Only two minutes have past since I wrote that last line. I'm so cold... and... hungry.
My gum is turning papery, too...