But that's the thing....they are never quite normal.
Or maybe my mind just reads too much into things.
But today felt like a sharing day...plus, I'm ultimately bored of surfing the internet.
So here we are. :)
I woke up a little earlier than usual today on account of I need to eat a "well-rounded" breakfast because I was scheduled to donate plasma right after class.
Considering I've been rejected for donation more than once on account of low iron and protein, (which is a little embarrassing to be rejected to DONATE) I had oatmeal, toast, a banana, and a glass of o.j. along with my daily vitamin.
While consuming my foreign meal, (I'm lucky if I consume a apple on the way to school) I decided to catch up on the latest episode of the Hills which I had rejected to watch the night before.
Yea, bite me. I like the show.
Realizing the time, I quickly dressed, opting to just wear glasses to class, and headed to school early to work on some homework I'd rejected.
As I turned the ignition in my Buick Century, I noticed my eyes started to water uncontrollably.
Instinctively, I rubbed them in an attempt to remove whatever foreign particle managed to infiltrate my vision.
As I pulled from street to street on my morning route out of our neighborhood, I noticed it wasn't getting any better.
The beautiful blinding sunlight that most of our community was relishing was becoming an immediate enemy of my sensitive eyes.
Now, I was squinting them closed for a good 5 seconds in order to achieve a maximum of 2 seconds surveillance through my left eye in order to avoid collision with anything in front of me.
I somehow managed to get to school with tears streaming down my face and a puffy right eye.
'Obviously, somehow has abused that poor girl', was the look on the security guards face.
Embarrassed with my condition, I fumbled with my keys and phone and tossed my scarf around my neck a second time.
I rushed upstairs to work on homework and was relieved to see that only one other student resided in the lounge other than myself.
After 30 minutes of weeping over my online homework, I headed down to my classroom, where I was relieved to see that the lights were off.
No one would see my puffy face AND I could keep my eyes open long enough to pay attention to what the instructor was writing on the board.
Unfortunately, some oblivious boy had taken my usual seat.
The class started only 2 days ago......but still....
I sat down in a adjacent seat and was reminded to come and sign the attendance sheet.
I scuttled up front towards the projector screen to the sheet that she was waving fervently in the air.
As soon as the light revealed my shadow from the darkness, I felt immediate pain contort my face.
Obviously, this wasn't something in my eye.
I returned to my seat to find several students looking back to see what I was so upset about.
I couldn't "look back" to say the least.
I struggled for 30 minutes to pay attention.
Mostly rubbing my eyes and keeping them closed.
The oblivious boy next to me chuckled as I laid my head down.
I admit, the teacher was boring, but I would never insult any professor by falling asleep in their class.
He, obviously, thought otherwise.
As the instructor asked if anyone in the class could come up to the board and work on the problem assigned, I lifted my head in curiosity.
We are, in all actuality, in a COLLEGE algebra class.
But for some reason I smelled the middle school project of bean pods as I remembered scratching problems on the chalk board in 7th grade.
One of the young men in the class volunteered to work the problem on the board.
Excuse the diversion from my daily walk, as I describe him.
I had a psychology class with him last semester.
And to say the least, he's quite attractive.
The girls would SWOON over him in class.
That's not my style...but I will say he's good-looking.
Naturally, every girl in the class has positioned herself at strategic points around him, depending on what way they think he looks the most.
I just sit in the back completely and utterly amused by the unspoken rituals of college students.
As he walks to the board, I hear giggles and sighs contributing to the fact that not only is he handsome, but he has brains too.
OooooooOoooOOooo.
And at this juncture, I wonder.
He is nice, personable, intelligent, good-looking, humble, a family guy(I observed a lot from last semester as well), loves children, and wants to be in law.
Seriously?
What's wrong with him?
Because i know....something's wrong.
At this point, I'M the one who's giggling.
I always find humor in assumed perfections.
Because, believe me, I know SOMETHING is wrong.
I end up heading home early, my eyes can't take it anymore.
And I sleep until noon.
After this, I wear an eyepatch for the rest of the day and work on my one-eyed tasks that lay ahead of me.
Signing off,
The Weepy Pirate.