SUCH A STRANGE DAY

So yesterday was a day like any other Thursday, only more hectic. I wake up at 3 a.m. only not actually get out of bed till 4 and finish my midterm for Tom "now watch me" Yuill. Not only did I knock it out, I was finished by 4:40 meaning I had just enough time to not wash my face, skip to make up and throw on this old UnderOath track jacket that has always and (hopefully) forever will be much to big to be flattering.

I hop on my bike so I can drop off my camera to ops and I get thee SLOWEST ops guy in thee entire world of slow and ops. Im talking kid could be on fire and still be like "wha?" Anyways, he finally finishes inspections, I pass with flying colors and somehow there’s a fucking yankee lighter inside of the case? I don't even smoke. Who did that to me? Im not mad, it was just really confused? Well, I threw that shit out. Fuck lighters, trick.

I digress, I get back on the hog and make it to work with 10 minutes to spare. My boss fawns over Wellesley which I have decided to name my bicycle for your information.

I sweat like a slave till 12 and get over to campus for Tawms class and I actually spoke. Usually the guys in there are so pretentious I'd just rather text someone or Google search the story were reading for other opinions. If you know me, this is not my thing. I love talking. A chance to talk for me is like a million free crack rocks every day at lunch time to fat crack heads. So not only is their drugs, you know, there's foodage.

So I spoke today, and they liked me, alot!
I just kept talking and the more they sat eager for me to speak. It was wonderful to the max, I felt kinda like Condoleezza Rice or Lil' Jon. Yeah.

But then I fell asleep during break and though I tried my hardest to wake up when we came back. I fell out again and the only thing that woke me was Tawm saying how rhythmic my breathing was and ho he could fall asleep doing just the same.

After today I don't think I'm allowed to nap or not talk cause he called on me an awful lot and this was my first day of having a voice!

So Im riding home and I stop at Walgreens to 1. Meet nyx and 2. Get a food source. This woman starts giving me the stare down and in situations like that I just laugh and keep it movin. But she seriously stops me and tells me how much of a pretty woman I am and that I have such a beautiful face and right now, I kind of need that.

What with the burn on my forehead, my clothes feeling a million times all wrong and these stupid pimples, its really good to hear some nice shit. She also commented on my dark rimmed glasses which is a relief cause alot of the time I feel ridiculous or like I'm trying to look like 60% of women that attend my school or live in my hood.

Then this other woman walks by and I offered her a cookie, I mean wouldn’t you want a cookie on a hot ass day? I am most certainly speaking for myself but hey if the shoe fits then put on the other one and take a walk down my street.

We see her again a little while after and she tells me how some black boys that work at stop and shop are nice to her and that they’re really nice boys and apart of me was like....wha? I mean I know I'm black, big up to all you dark skinned luvahs, I gawt whatchu neeed. But really, why did she tell me? I could care less who is nice to her or rather, what color skin they had. Besides, no one is a hundred percent anything. People are portable melting pots when they actually sit down and recount their ancestry, check it out, you may be surprised. I guess I thought it was kinda weird.

Hm, afterwards I rode home and have been enjoying Taking Back Sunday ever since about 3:20, "Tell all your friends" is such a good album, by the by.