I chose to write in Lucinda Grande because it sounded grande. Turns out, it's not so great.
I took three Benadryl last night because I was itchy and wanted to commemorate my first Monday of sleeping in. Before today, I had to rise and shine and give God the glory at 6. 6 AM. I am not a 6 AM kind of girl. I am a 9 AM kind of girl. So this was a momentous occasion. Very momentous, as it turns out, because instead of waking up at 8:15 I woke up at 9:17 because the three Benadryl (not me!) heard my alarm go off at 6 and shut it off and then made me collapse back into my warm bed where I tried to will myself to set another alarm but let's face it, the Benadryl had taken over my body and it was the point of no return. So instead of reading Cry, the Beloved Country in chapel I spent fifteen minutes trying to decide what to wear (very uncharacteristic) and marched off to class.
Let me tell you something about my Mondays. They are torturous. That has climbed the charts from the outright anguish that I experienced before I dropped my (second, all-freshman) bible class, and especially since (as you already know!) some precious girl switched my Monday work hours for her Friday hours. Now, I have one class at 10, a break (goodbye bible!), three classes from 12-3, and another class from 4:30-6. Not too shabby. Life is looking up lately.
Oh, I suppose this post should have been something introductory. Let's face it: if you've made it this far, you know what I'm like. I'm impulsive, quite silly, very amused with myself, and excessively garrulous. If you couldn't tell by that last word, I read ravenously, and when I so please my vocabulary can be quite extensive. Don't worry, I don't so please very often. I really started this post because I was craving waffles. That went away sometime in the process. That happens, too.
I don't want to give you the wrong impression, though. I can be quite intelligent, and I'll probably write blogs on morality, spirituality, and literature, because I love all those things. I'm an English major, so sometimes I just like to write. Basically, this blog is for whatever literary expression I need at the time, whether it be ranting, rambling, rhetorically inclined, or romancing. Enjoy the ride.
Monday, September 21, 2009
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This is the greatest day of my life.
ReplyDeleteJo agreed to take me to IHOP. This is also the greatest day of my life.
ReplyDeletemmmmm waffles... I think I will light my waffle candle in honor of your IHOP adventures.
ReplyDeletewhat the hell is a 'garrulous'?
ReplyDeleteLook it up on your awesome macbook dictionary.
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