i wake up
to blinking messages
that i managed to ignore
because my lids were fastened shut.
i have a tendency to fall asleep
during conversations.
but i love tuesday mornings,
(this semester, at least)
because that extra hour
and a half
of sleep
keeps me going through the day.
i spent most of the morning
browsing through
missed connections
on craigslist.
i wonder,
maybe one of these are for me.
maybe i’ll find my soul mate.
or maybe i’ll get kidnapped.
three hour lectures
are the least favorite part of my tuesdays.
that
and math.
i don’t understand matrices.
but i’m too proud to ask for help.
i slept, though.
in art
because i couldn’t
seem to focus
on industrial design
or my
professor’s racist
and sexist remarks.
but at least the day’s over.
and i managed to get
home
right before it started
to rain.
law and order
is on.
maybe i want to be
a police officer.
just like
when i watch house,
i want to be a
doctor.
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 5:32 PM UTC
i wake up
to blinking messages
that i managed to ignore
because my lids were fastened shut.
i have a tendency to fall asleep
during conversations.
but i love tuesday mornings,
(this semester, at least)
because that extra hour
and a half
of sleep
keeps me going through the day.
i spent most of the morning
browsing through
missed connections
on craigslist.
i wonder,
maybe one of these are for me.
maybe i’ll find my soul mate.
or maybe i’ll get kidnapped.
three hour lectures
are the least favorite part of my tuesdays.
that
and math.
i don’t understand matrices.
but i’m too proud to ask for help.
i slept, though.
in art
because i couldn’t
seem to focus
on industrial design
or my
professor’s racist
and sexist remarks.
but at least the day’s over.
and i managed to get
home
right before it started
to rain.
law and order
is on.
maybe i want to be
a police officer.
just like
when i watch house,
i want to be a
doctor.
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