“I heard the news today, ooh boy.”

Ahem.

Around 6:30 someone in my house was up and clomping about. Whatever makes them (him, if you want to be grammatically correct) think they ought to go stomping around? Right over my head, no less. My room is in the basement, so is echoes directly over my head whenever they walk. Whoever it is also must weigh approximately the same as an elephant because they make a racket that would wake the dead. Ah, hey there, Mrs Lincoln. Did they wake you? Sorry. Oh, by the way . . . other than that, how was the play?

I tried to go back to sleep and succeeded in dozing. At about 7:40 I had to get up. My dozing was cut short. I went to the bathroom, I came back downstairs, I got dressed. I debated whether to wear my brown jacket or my steel-gray one. For the next hour I also debated whether it would be best to wear my raincoat or my heavy coat. It was chilly, so I might be cold in my raincoat. But I really like my raincoat, it’s the shiz-nit. Plus, it was raining, so a raincoat seemed like a natural choice. Anyway, I chose the gray jacket and postponed decision on the coat until I left.

I went back upstairs for breakfast. There was a clean bowl and spoon in he kitchen, so I was happy. However, a pile of dirty pots, pans, and dishes filled the sink. Which made me decidely ireful and billious. None of them were mine. I always clean up after myself. I might leave a knife out by accident once in a while, mostly because it blends in with everyone else’s mess. I’m really fed up. The kitchen is always disgusting, and I refuse on principal to clean up after them all the time. From time to time I’ll clean up some things, but I decided a long time ago that I was not cleaning up other people’s mess. Screw them. So I wrote as pleasant a note as I was capable of at the time: “To whom it may concern: Get the stuff out of the sink….Please.” I added a smiley face after the “to whom it may concenr” because I was being a little ironic there. I didn’t want to add the “please”, but hey, honey and vinegar and all that.

My breakfast eaten, my lunch put together (someone keeps putting my yogurts in the crisper instead of just on a shelf in the freidge–I don’t know why and I don’t understand), I was pretty much ready for the day. So I checked up on a few of my favorite websites, then put in a few minutes of cramming for my exam at 9:30. It was an English exam and I hadn’t really done any studying for it because, well, I wasn’t sure how to go about studying.  He told us it would be an essay, with three choices for the question. He even gave us the general idea of one of the questions. So I glanced at my notes and tried to refresh my memory a little, but that’s all I could do. Besides, it was 8:50 and time to go. I chose my heavy coat, grabbed my umbrella, and drove to the bus stop.

Why drive to the bus stop? Because I refuse (on principle again, of course) to pay a few hundred dollars for a parking pass from the jerks who give out tickets right and left. Besides, I’d probably have had to park far from my classes anyway, and you always have to do WWE-style smackdowns to get a parking spot. So, all told, I take the bus. And since it’s kind of far to walk (especially since I have to walk about a mile after I get off the bus), I just drive to the bus stop.

The bus was very hot and I had to stand. There was traffic, to, so the bus was slightly later than usual. I cut it might tihn as it is, getting to class by 9:30. But I hurried up, even though it’s uphill the entire way. I got there at 9:30 on the dot. The professor handed out the exam. I conjured up a pretty good essay about Edgar Huntly, Deerslyer, and Moby-Dick. I got back a paper we turned in a few weeks back. An A-, not bad. I spent a lot of time and effort on it and would have been pretty damn peeved if I hadn’t gotten an A.

I didn’t do any of the reading for the next class because I was lazy last night and watched King Lear instead of reading Thoreau. No offense, dead guy, but you’re full of crap. That class went pretty slow, and I rezlized that I didn’t miss much by not reading Walden.

From there I walked back across campus (up a hill, down, up a hill, then down again) to work. I was starving, so I inhaled my lunch. I had a little assignment from my boss, which didn’t take long, then I set to the newspaper, which I read to see if we’re mentioned. Then I bought a candy bar (mmm, Mily Way), and now I am sitting here wasting my time by blogging. In fifteen minutes, I’m blowing this joint and going back to my house. Then, who knows . . . ?

I hope you’ve enjoyed this little journey through a day in the life.