I slept in and overslept and missed my 6am class. I was having a dark dream with just the sound of my mother's voice telling me to "get downstairs now!" and that's what awakened me to the light streaming in through my window. This set me into a "holy-shit-I've-slept-in-too-fucking-late!!" state of mind. I freaked out and called my mom at work for whatever reason to tell on myself. (why the fuck did I do that?)
She wasn't mad, in fact I think she found it as odd as I do that calling her was the first thing I did out of panic. I digress,
I woke up as class would've been ending and once I came to terms that it's not a big deal, I went downstairs like my dream mother had demanded of me and had some cereal and went to workout. I decided this week I'm going to lose 5lbs. I also decided that today will be a great day because after emailing my professor and apology for not being in class, she emailed back informing me that the essay I talked about before has again been delayed for turn-in until next Monday. Can I get a fuck yes??
I'm also amped for my "much needed" hair cut tomorrow- I have no idea what I'm doing with it, but that problem is insignificant. I'm excited for my glasses to get in and even more excited to get to the end of this week. LET US DO THIS!
224. the "Lord of the Rings" trilology
225. forcing myself to workout
226. goals
227. technology and also not since my alarm not going off was the cause of such worry this morning.
228. the smell of cigars
229. "a few beers"
230. Trader Joe's
231. quiet
232. "Stranger Things" by Local Natives
233. monotone hilarity
234. Stanley from "The Office"
235. cute pictures
236. wantingwantinghatingwantingwanting
237. real food- the kind that can't be heated in the microwave.
238. Pandora
239. the month of March
240. free coffee
241. looking like a hot mess and trying to fix and fix myself until I just don't give a shit anymore and go to the store for bananas looking like I got there via a tornado that spit me out.
242. John Krasinski
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