After a rather apathetic and superfluously mundane day, I expected nothing exciting from this Wednesday evening/Thursday morning. I was awakened by a stinging Minnesota chill and was dragged forcefully out of bed by the consequences of my procrastination.
I dread my 1A. Each day I wake at the cusp of dawn just to struggle to make it to class on time by 8. And when I say each day, I mean every. single. fucking. day. Well, except for the weekends where I find myself canoeing on the Cannon river by 7 am instead of seated precariously amongst linguistics majoring juniors taking Japanese 101.
I decided to skip my 4 and 5A, claiming sickness and then actually feeling sick from the guilt later on. I should be grateful for that guilt though. It’s probably what motivated me to spend 4 consistent hours in the Libe chugging away at homework until I felt like my eyes would dry up.
Sarah, my roommate, was off to Crack house already by the time I got back to the room at 12:30; consumed by what I had imagined (until this momentous morning) was the college experience. Getting drunk and being hit on by prowling Senior boys at an ungodly Thursday morning hour. I stole some cookies from the lounge and headed back to my room to reward myself with sleep.
I was stopped, however, by a jaunty junior with bold brown eyes who was leaving the bathroom after brushing her teeth.
"Wait, you’re J-. Hmm. Jhernie? Right?"
I get that a lot here. It’s either that or “the girl who danced the hula that one time.”
"Yup! That’s me!"
I slowly concealed the cookies behind my back.
"I’ve got some stories for you. Forgive me for being drunk. I just got my double major proposal approved. Come have a drink with me."
Megan and I conversed about Russia, study abroad programs and how Carleton could not have been a better fit, for well over an hour while we drank chili infused vodka (that she had made herself) and chased shots with pickles. I had never felt so overwhelmed by chance. I mean really! What is the probability that I would end up in the only other vegan aquarius’s room, toasting to enlightenment and snacking on homemade black bean hummus?!
Needless to say, it was an experience. One that I’m sure I would get nowhere but from Carleton. I plan to continue this tradition. When I’m a junior, I’m going to find that one unsuspecting freshman and give her a taste of what a liberal arts education is all about.
“I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time…”—Sylvia Plath (via misswallflower)
dear mystical magical wonder woman that is on tumblr right now. yes… you know who you are… I would just like you to know that we are tumbling SIMULTANEOUSLY at the moment. ;0 <—- that should give you a clue to who you are. i’m so ecstatic right now that we are both on here at the same time, it makes all the boys come to my yard because my whipped tips make wonderful milkshakes. i really hope you see this
This is making me so horny that I can barely walk without slipping on my fluids.
you are so damn sexy. i would LOVE to bite off a piece of your muffin. you make my pupils dilate every time i see you. you're wenus isn't ashy... which doesn't make you trashy, which once again makes my pupils dilate. ;0
Yes, I take extra precautions to lube up my weni.
I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE ON HERE AFTER ALL THIS TIME!!