telling stories, a past time without any specific age. something that has existed a long as humans have been able to articulate their thoughts cannot honestly be dated. in a way, every day is a story.
this morning, i woke up at 7:30 am. an hour normally impossible for me made reachable by the simple magic of an alarm set on a cellular phone. the air gently clawed at me, as i hadn't the common sense to wear the pajamas of a normal person. it seemed like a better idea to lie quietly in the bed than try to uncover my entire body just yet and risk a rather uncomfortable shock.
hours passed, and i had fallen asleep. in another part of the universe, i seemed to have discovered my sleeping body. watching myself sleep was a rather unnerving experience, because i thought of myself as a stalker at that point. 10:30 am arrives, my mother crawls out of bed and starts shouting at me to wake up. she then decides that this time is an appropriate one to meet her cousin for lunch. she leaves me in the house, and i lie still for approximately another half hour.
the time comes, i finally find a reason to get to my feet. "i really need a shower, my hair is filthy." this reinforces the idea that i live each day with several small motivations throughout. wants and needs, one may call them. i'm halfway unconcious and completely unprotected at this point, a high-pressure shower head leaving bright red marks on my skin. scalding myself clean hasn't seemed to do me wrong up to this point.
it didnt take long for me to realize that i had company at this point. a tiny, white/brown spider comes crawling down. he panics. i panic. it takes me a few moments to regain my composure and realize he's simply trying to escape the rushing water and step out of his way long enough to do so. a nimble climber, indeed.
my day had an interesting start. nothing of the ordinary without any thought behind it, but it entertained me nonetheless.
i began to think. a dangerous pasttime, i know. i thought about my final exam, which was coming up more quickly than i could prepare for it. i thought about how lazy and foolish i've been throughout the entire semester. i thought about the impossibility of spending time with some of the people i care more about than anything else in the universe. i thought more still about a friend of mine who i was almost certain became an enemy, and about the good times we had shared in the past. turning on the radio to allow music to fill my head and push out all of these thoughts is a commonly used tactic of mine, however it seemed to have failed me at that time. a myriad of nervous, paranoid, and depressive thoughts welled up inside as i sauntered, now fully dressed, into the living room. my medication was sitting there on the computer desk, staring me dead in the face.
"i have to take my medicine", i say to myself aloud. i had thought touching on my auditory senses would reinforce my memory. it didn't. there i sat staring at the screen for some amount of time that seemed like years. there were very few things i wanted to see happen, none of them seemed to occur. i am beginning to doubt the likelihood that any of these things will occur at all, even in a future so distant. i begin to cry in a completely silent, undetectable manner.
at this point, i was completely alone in every sense of the word. i was killing time by doing anything that would kill time, even making an ass of myself by playing that farmville bullshit on facebook. i have labeled this as my guiltiest pleasure. sadly, i was pathetic enough to choose two different plants that would be fully grown and ready to harvest at almost exactly when i had returned home. i felt like an [dark hold], yes, but it was an efficient way to pass time and free my mind of whatever negativity i could.
the time at this point, the time is approximately 1:25pm and my mother has returned home from her lunch meeting with her white-haired cousin. she enters the room in a mad rush, as she seems to be under the impression that i must be transported to my class at exactly 1:30pm, regardless of the fact that the teaching begins at 2:00. i try to explain this to her, but she seems insistent on my early arrival. "you don't want to have to deal with crowds what with your hip and all, besides you'll never get a seat up front if you don't leave now". in defense of my own laziness, i remind her of the fact that this happens to be the final class day i have before the final on the following tuesday. regardless, she still insists on leaving early.
the small box of leftovers she is carrying reminds me that i had neglected to eat anything or take my medicine. i had been drinking small amounts of refrigerated tap water, but it was no substitute for a meal. i mention this to my mother, and her rush to leave intensifies significantly. "ill get you something at a drive thru on the way", she says. unhealthy fast food is the greatest thing to start a day with, especially when it happens to be hot dogs. no one on earth knows what they are made of, not even the people who make them. two of them coupled with fermented cabbage, bread, mustard and a cup of carbonated sugar water under the name of dr. pepper were what made up one of two meals for the day.
i arrive at the class building. naturally, my mother has parked on the side opposite my target classroom. "a mild annoyance, at best" is what i think to myself as i down the last of my food in a disgusting, animalistic manner. the time at this point is 1:45pm, and i still feel it is inappropriate for me to make my move toward the 'torture chamber', of sorts. turning my gaze skyward, i take notice of the trees. in the days previous, a small black man had been trapped in its branches. a ventriloquist doll, more accurately. someone or something seems to have freed him from it's clutches, which adds up to nothing more than one less thing for me to laugh at. it takes only five minutes for me to decide it is time for me to leave the car. i am not entirely sure what my mother is attempting to talk to me about, as i have already approached the door by the time i was realize she was even speaking.
wandering further into the building, i find myself surrounded by more and more people with each step i take. oddly enough, my perception of the world around me is becoming exponentially more blurred as the day goes on. eventually, the only thing i am aware of is myself and whatever happens to be in front of me. not the best state of being in which to enter a complicated mathematics course. everything around me was happening quickly, but i scrawled notes of whatever i could comprehend. for one reason or another, professor wu decided it was appropriate to end the class 45 minutes early... even though the normal length happens to be only one hour.
i have no where to go at this point, as i cannot drive myself home and my cellphone account is, unsurprisingly enough, completely empty. having wandered into the hallway, i began to rummage through my handbag. perhaps i was looking for something with which to occupy my time, but what i did find was surprising. a scented cigar. this is jarring enough to cause me to converse with myself. "how did this get here? i don't even smoke." of course, to let the thing go to waste would have been sorely disappointing to every smoker on earth. i stood there staring at it lying at the bottom of my handbag for several minutes, wondering what to do with this thing that had somehow come into my possession.
for one reason or another, something possessed me to attempt to smoke this thing. i wander outside, looking for an appropriate location to do so. for one reason or another the feeling of hope for the future that a college is supposed to resonate was far stronger outdoors than it was in those so-called hallowed halls. that said, it wasn't long before i found a stone cylinder filled with sand and what seemed to be hundreds of cigarette butts. when i pulled the cigar out of my purse, i tried carefully as i could to pull away the plastic wrapping that encased it. unfortunately, my clumsy hands and a very strong wind caused the thing to tear into tiny shreds and blow everywhere it could across the school yard. pieces of it were salvageable, however i didn't have even the slightest idea how to go about saving such a thing. it was at that point that i decided to head back inside, and that i was simply not cut out to be a smoker.
as i headed back upstairs, i recalled the location of the davidson room, which was nothing more than an over-glorified computer lab. noting that the time was now 2:34pm, and knowing that my ride home wouldn't be arriving for another half hour, i decided to wander in there. i shuffled through my school-provided storage drive, uncovering pointless projects on which i had worked the previous semester. after touching up and emailing an old essay to myself out of pure boredom, i was then about to shut the machine down, when something very familiar caught my eye. it was then that i discovered that these computers had been equipped with adobe illustrator cs2 all along! of course, finding this out on the last day of class before the final wasn't all that helpful to me at all. regardless, i spent quite a bit of time editing my TF2 original character data sheets. at this point, they are in a highly satisfactory state.
upon arriving home, i sat down and harvested my plants on farmville, like the gigantic [Top Spin] that i am. and of course, i enjoyed it. i then proceeded to sit around for hours, waiting for someone to talk to me on skype. i cooked a rather bland meal for my family, somehow finding a way to enjoy it myself. out of no where, i decided i would write out the story of my daily life. metaphorically, it seems that lately all i have had to do is punch a hole into my head and tip it slightly to let words spill out onto whatever medium they can find. writing out everything that had happened to me in a single day seemed to be a choice that made itself.
that is how my day was. how was yours?