My day was thrown off when I decided to ignore my alarm. So I slept through Roman Lit and then lost track of time later for Trad. It's alright though. Those classes are the easiest to miss because the teachers put power points online and the Trad teacher even puts his lecture notes up there.
The front door of the apartment doesn't lock anymore. It's nice because I don't have to get my key out until I get to our door and I don't have to worry about getting locked out and nobody needs to use the stupid buzzer thing so I don't get woken up at 3am by drunk idiots. On the other hand, anybody can get in here.
I don't know what's with Irish guys and breaking beer bottles. There is broken glass all over the walkways through the apartments. Unresolved inner anger.
Shitty weather today--cloudy, windy, rainy.
Practicing went really well today--I was determined to get through the whole warm-up routine. It took half an hour. It should take longer. I was determined to get through it, but I wasn't dedicated to doing it properly all the time. Baby steps alright. I wrote practicing into the schedule on my wall though. In sharpie, really big. I can't play mind tricks on myself though. That's the thing.
I was feeling a bit spiteful in Athens class:
...but here I have to be sitting in this nasty lecture theatre from 30 years ago with the stiff fluff coming out of the seats and the staples underneath poking holes in my jeans. The sign language guy is awesome--he cuts out all the bullshit this guy says. I don't think he wears undershirts...he's such a cliche...just shut up.
Oh yeah! Bitches used my tea last night! I would never go through somebody else's press and use their shit if I didn't even live there. I was ragin' for a second and then was reasonable and just used a bunch of the-person-responsible's milk for my own tea.
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