Monday, August 25, 2003
at 10:14 PMThe Vagina Monologues
I awoke at 6:30 and did one hundred jumping jacks (because I am fat). Then I paced around my bedroom, listening to an old Fugazi CD, until 7:00, at which point I leapt (there's a hilarious image) into the shower. It is a shower I do not share with anyone, because I live in a basement and pay no rent! Hah on you dorm-suckers!
After showering I read the newspaper until approximately 8:40. I waved sayoonara to Aunt Pam as she washed The Cabbage, but I came back in again a moment after walking out, because I neglected to pick up change for my bus fare.
Metro buses are clean, but that's the only positive statement for them. I vacated the first bus and waited around where it dropped me off, because I thought I could catch my second one at 10:39 from where I was standing. False! To my horror, I finally realized I had to turn the corner and walk about half a block down that street to catch my next bus. Unfortunately, this revelation did not dawn on me until around 11:05. I waited an eternity for the next bus, which dropped me off at my college campus seventeen minutes after noon (which is when my microeconomics class started).
My instructor (I cannot yet bring myself to call her a professor, although she does profess knowledge of the subject she teaches) seemed not to mind much that I arrived truant; she merely handed me my syllabus and continued her sentence (though in a pleasant manner that was not brusque). We reviewed basic economic theory and started on a few of the ten basic economic principles before dismissal. Maybe I'll get an "A" in this class, if I remember to study and read a chapter or two of my $86 textbook.
I transported my rolly person to the lecture hall building at 1:00 for my human sexuality class. Because this course counts for either Biology I or Psychology I credit, two professors teach the class, switching intensities every four weeks. The professors seated us (over one hundred avid little minds) alphabetically. I sit between two girls: one is bookish and inquisitive; the other chats with her friend, who sits in the preceding row. My attitude towards them both is mildly homicidal, but that could foreseeably change as I learn more about them.
After that class ended I waddled to the campus bookstore, where I purchased all but my micoreconomics textbook, which I did not see anywhere on the shelves. I didn't have time to inquire if there were more hiding in the stockroom somewhere, as I had to catch my bus for the long journey home again at 2:23.
Actually, my second bus let me off in front of Marshalls circa 3:53. I sensor-tagged mountains of clothes there from 4:00 until 9:45 this evening. Oi weh. But it beats dealing directly with people.
Before leaving to go home, I changed back into the clothes I wore at school (my boobs gained weight, along with the rest of my body, and no longer fit in the particular work shirt I wore today like they used to), but left the bag with my textbooks in it in the Marshalls bathroom. Scheisst. I need to leave a message for someone to fetch my books before I go in to work again tomorrow (after my intermediate algebra class, which begins bright and early at 8:00 a.m.).
As I told April's mother in response to an e-mail she sent me today: I am pooped.
Bedtime.
