November #3

So obviously, I’m not going to try to do NaBloPoMo at this point, as I’ve already missed a day. I’m sort of doing NaNo. I’m being a bit of a rebel about it this year, but I just couldn’t resist at least trying to write 50,000 words of something in November after the past two years.


Today has just been one of those days where everything seems to work out weirdly, and all the messed up little things really get to you. That, and I’m PMSing big time. Like, for example, the cheeseburger I got for lunch today didn’t have onions on it like they always give you, and I forgot to put ketchup on it until I had sat down across the building from the ketchup dispenser. Thus, my cheeseburger just wasn’t right. And I’d somehow managed to lose the person I was going to eat with.


I got out of a class ten minutes early, leaving me with twenty minutes until the next one. I had been fading big time in the first class, and there’s a coffee cart right outside the second, so I decided to get a coffee. And decided to make it caffeinated, which I never do. Big mistake. Needless to say it was way too much caffeine for me given the fact that I then had to sit in a desk. By the end of the class I was constantly tapping my foot or wiggling my fingers just so I felt like I was doing some sort of movement and wasn’t completely cooped up.


Things like this happened all day, but I’m going to wrap up with the one that probably bothered me the most. There’s a church right next to main food land on campus, and at lunchtime there were dozens of white wood crosses on the lawn in front of it. None of us knew what they were for, and I guessed that it was something for Day of the Dead or something. But no. It was an anti-abortion display. With pictures. I’m from California. We’re liberal. We protest. I’m not against abortion, but I’m not someone who thinks it’s okay to get them left and right. Really, I respect your right to say how you feel. But please do it else where. I do not want to see your fucking dead fetus pictures outside the place where I am going to eat.


Clearly, I am in need of chocolate and sleep. Blaaaaarg.


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