whine one
on a usual wednesday, i have three classes - my theater seminar from 9:45 -12:45, art history from 1:30 -3:00, and visual language 3-8. it's a long day, but it usually goes by pretty fast and easily and whatnot. this morning, i got up very much on the wrong side of the bed, i'd sort of slacked on the reading for my seminar, and was seriously contemplating not going to class. but i dragged my sorry ass out of bed, got dressed, missed the bus, but eventually got here -- on time, even! so me and my kajillion pounds of backpack (we had to bring computers to get at the latest book we've been reading) haul it five floors up, only to find a nice little sign on the door saying that class has been cancelled.
i mean, that's all well and good
if you have a place to spend the four hours until your next class -- which i don't, really.
basically
i should have followed my instincts and stayed the heck in bed today, instead of coming all the way out here just to sit around. it's mostly just frustrating because i can't go back home and chill, because it's going to take me a solid hour and a half to get home, and by that time -- totally not worth it. all the people i know are in class right now, leaving me pretty solidly by my lonesome until 1:30, when western art starts.
i wish they had a napping couch. that'd make me super happy, but, alas.
also there are a pair of students speaking chinese/japanese or something like that right across from me, and i'm tired and it sounds like knives.
/end whine
/end whine
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