Confused

As my friends all know, I am easily confused. And while I am normally a reasonably intelligent person, some days it's all I can handle just to find a clean pair of jeans! Mornings are, of course, the worst. I have a sneaking suspicion this may be due to my habit of not sleeping at night. Regardless, today has gotten off to a great start. . .

My alarm rang at 9:15, prepared for the usual morning routine: my awakening every 10 minutes and hitting snooze until 9:45, when I stumble out of bed to find some random clothes (usually sweatpants and a sweatshirt) so I can leave for class at 9:50 to make it by 10:00. (Needless to say, I would not be in the running for "best dressed".) This morning, however, as soon as my alarm rang I began to calculate. So it's 9:15 and if I have to be to class by 9:30 I need to be awake by 9:20. . . five more minutes. . . At 9:20 I fell out of bed--fortunately, not literally, as I have a loft bed--and began to scavenge for clothes. By the time I found everything, I was seriously debating whether or not to even bother; I was going to be late and my professor hates that. I grabbed a coat and ran out of my dorm, into the rain and frigid wind. . . only to be greeted by an RA.

"Where are you off to at 9:30 on a Wednesday?" he bantered.

"Wait. . . I don't have class until ten!" Ignoring his puzzled look, I ran back into the warmth of my dorm. Might as well get ready for the day.

At 9:50 I went to Psychology, where I'm surprised anyone recognized me with my face and hair done. The professor actually had to stop her lecture to inform me that the guy next to me was passing my a sign-up sheet (I know, my powers of observation are astounding!). The day was not looking great--even if I did have a new shade of lipgloss on. . .

Upon arriving back at my dorm, I checked my e-mail. One of my friends had e-mailed me to say he's sorry about "Juan" and hopes things straighten out (see last blog). I was so lost; I kept thinking, I don't know a Juan and even if I did, I haven't talked to you in a long time; how would you know? Finally I realized he'd been reading my blog. As I tried to explain this to my roommate I hit my shin against the computer desk--hard! Aaaaah! So now I'm off to work/study at the bookstore. . . Wish me luck!