My College Life-like Experience

When I woke up this morning I thought to myself, “I think I’ll be sick today. I think my throat should hurt, my nose should run, and my head should ache to the point of insanity. Yes, this sounds like the makings of a mighty fine day.”

Oh and it has been fun, this day of sickness, and I have charished every moment of it. HOORAY!

Let’s cut the crap. I’m miserable. The problems with my body and the aches were one thing, but the thought process I had a few seconds ago made me realize how miserable I really am.

Here’s what I thought.:

“Why couldn’t I have gotten sick on the weekend? I can’t miss my friggin classes.”

When I thought this Elementary School Taylor stopped coloring immediately, stood up and ran to tell Jr. High Taylor. He spit out all of his cherry 7UP onto his pants, making a mess. He ran every where to find High School Taylor. Finally he found him in the theatre (that guy’s always in there) and told him. High School Taylor cursed loudly, and took off his pants. Everyone laughed and forgot what they were so shocked.

College has messed with who I am. It is destroying the slacker in me. No. That’s not true. He’s making me realize how dumb “slacker Taylor is.” He’s still here. He’s still “doin’ his thing,” but now he’s frustrating me more and more. 

Tomorrow I’ll wake up, rue the day before it even starts, go to class, realize I forgot to do something or other, go “oops,” and not think of it again. I’ll eat lunch in the cafeteria. I’ll probably get the same thing I get every time because their selection is the same as CHOOSING TETRIS PIECES! Then I’ll go to my room. Sit. Nap. Sit some more. Yell at my internet connection. Play around with the guitar and garageband. Realize I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to recording music. Get mad at my brother. Sit some more. Complain about college to my roommate. Laugh at the dumb things he says. Sleep.

Rense, and repeat. And repeat. and repeat. and repeat. 

Until I get my diploma.

God help me.