today

7:30 am-- wake up in a panic to the crack of my macbook meeting the wall. (luckily, rigby is tough and nothing happened. my heart raced for about 20 minutes before I went back to sleep.)
8:34 am-- alarm went off and hit snooze.
8:49 am-- alarm went off again. again, hit snooze.
9:04 am-- alarm goes off for a third time. this time, reset the time for 9:30 am. <<< okay, let me explain, i don't have class until 1:00 pm and there was drama on jc1 last night.
9:30 am-- make the drowsy executive decision (never a good plan) that I won't get up until 10:00 am because i don't really need to read Emma to write my paper (which ended up being true).
10:00 am-- get up. read 33 pages of Frederick Douglass's Narrative of the Life. 
10:40 am-- call mom. 
11:00 am-- get in the shower. do hair. do make-up. eat cereal for lunch.
12:40 pm-- find out that one of my best friends just had a dream crushed. text condolences. feel my own heart break for him. 
12:50 pm-- walk to class. listen to "Son of a Gun" by Janet Jackson ft. Carly Simon on the way.
2:15 pm-- leave American Lit I thinking deeply about the importance of slave narratives. get excited about taking African American Lit in the spring. get excited about (hopefully) getting into a grad program with a social justice emphasis.
2:25 pm-- did i just go through a break up? receive "my stuff" back. ask beverly nicely to throw it away. try not to let it hurt me (again).
3:00 pm-- go to geography lab. think for two whole hours about why a geography minor seemed like a good idea at the time. . . 
5:00 pm-- return to jc1. play ra for a while.
5:10 pm-- surprise call from a friend from across the country. miss him.
5:30 pm-- dinner with residents.
7:00 pm to 10:30 pm-- write five page paper in just over three hours about two books: one of which i hadn't read. find out that my best friend is probably going to move across the country. in a matter of weeks. 
11:30 pm-- iron. get ready for bed. ask god nicely if tomorrow can be better.