Well the sun is shining, the birds are chirping. It's a glorious day. I feel a little groggy in the morning. My whole head is surrounded in fuzz and filled with ache. It's pretty bad. I can't even see straight. But I endure and finish up my morning routine.
Then, it's on to breakfast. It's a brisk walk to the cafeteria but it's refreshing. I arrive and take a look around, decide against old french toast and instead opt for a bowl of Cocoa Puffs. Now this should normally be a easy thing. But GOSH! I have to dig around, for like EVER! just find a bowl that hasn't been recently washed. All so that I don't have to drink WARM! milk.
That horrible event behind me, it's time for some O.J. And by O.J. I mean orange juice. A drink I have come to appreciate. So I stroll on over to the fountain that reads 100% juice. Which is also kinda funny cuz you can see the water mixing with the juice flavoring literally as it is entering your glass. But PEAS IN A POD! they ran out of the juice mix and all that's coming out is orange flavored water. Not the good cool-aid kind but the nasty should be orange juice kind. SOooo i'm forced to walk on over to the (sigh) OTHER side of the cafeteria. it's like a whole FREAKin' thirty second waste of time.
That life traumatizing ordeal is followed by finding my self a seat in front of the tv. It's always good to watch a little news and know whats going on. And then, JUST as i'm taking my second bite of the crunchy, munchy, chocolaty cocoa puffs, some PERSON! (if such a being is still entitled to that role) changes it to ESPN. FISH STICKS!!! now i'm gonna have to watch the 5 MILLIONTH! replay of Alex Rodriguez's interview. I mean c'mon!
So after barely surviving breakfast it needs to be done. The mile long trek, peregrination, or journey across campus. And what's my reward? Math 112 basic algebra. Knock, knock "hey it's me, basic algebra, just wanted to let you know your life still sucks"
After... I head back rather leisurly. today is tuesday after all. that means I don't have class for a few more hours.
The atruim is usually busy. The store, which is situated on the southern end of campus, contains the closest, and only, esspresso machine to near half the campus. The wait isn't so bad and the busy feels a little like pike place market. The hustle and bustle actually gives off a warm feeling. I grab my mocha and take a sip. The velvety drink carries away all the leftover toothpaste/orange jucie/ cocoa puff flavor and with it all the evil that existed seconds prior.
I exit the crowded store and i'm instantly covered in sunshine. I'm standing upon a large set of stairs the heat is moving from the warm drink into my cold hand. My other hand is sheltered in my pocket. At this moment, walking into the sun, into what feels like happyness, I feel alright.
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