College, My Sleep Cycle, Fattie Problems, and the fact my Honda absolutely sucks.

I think at my age, (the early-to-mid college age, yet somehow manages to still act like a little kid sometimes) college homework would be more...scholarly. I mean think about it. We go through high school taking notes, sitting in boring classes, listening to teachers drone on and on, surrounded by small town gossip, people we like, and people we don't like. And some crappy and/or boring food is usually thrown in there somewhere too.

Somehow along those years I developed this idea that college would be more, hmm, illuminating than high school. Instead, I sit behind a girl wearing the typical "college girl"  outfit of black leggings, Ugg boots, and Hollister hoodie while texting during the lecture. It's very reminiscent of the girls in high school, and I think to myself, "This isn't what I signed up for."

Why does life have to be so predictable? College turned out for me just the opposite of what I was expecting. You still have homework. It's harder. The teachers are called professors. You get lost trying to find your classroom. You get openly judged by what you wear. There are cliques and clubs and competitions. If you are remotely attractive, guys will openly hit on you. The library isn't quiet. The books cost too much. The coffee house coffee is more expensive than gold. The sidewalks aren't ever used and the "cool cats" smoke out by the gazebo. For some reason I can't help but wonder if this is all it is. The socially required degree obtained by four years worth of this torture, is it really worth it?

I guess I'm too much of good, straight laced A student to ever drop college completely, pack a bag, and move to Bali or something. In the mean time, I'll just stare at the little tan pills collected on the sides of that girl's boots sitting in front of me and wonder how much longer the lecture is going to go on. That coffee shop closes at nine, and I kind of wanted one of those iced hot chocolates....

Its funny how you get a job and start attending college when you notice how crappy your quality of life is going. For one thing, I need to stop watching Law and Order (Special Victims Unit) until 4am with one eye open because I have no self control to turn it off. I have the worst habit of treating days I have off with no class the next day as my weekends. You know, those crazy sorority-drunk-fest-level crazy. Only I don't belong to a sorority and I usually just end up watching Netflix with my two best friends while tweeting and snacking on some sort of delicious candy. That's probably only delicious because it's 3am and we haven't eaten since 6pm, when we went on a taco run. Only to do it all over again the next week. And strangely, while you would think it'd get old, it doesn't. Except for the fact I notice I keep writing "face" when I try to write fact and I, after two decades, can only just now pronounce "enunciate" correctly without adding an "h" sound in there. Let alone getting the correct spelling down, I should feel a little more accomplished.

I blame it on my strange eating habits. For years now, I can go through the day with one meal and a snack, and then when 10pm or 11pm hits, I'm hungry as hell and ready to raid the pantry like the a trigger happy outlaw in the Wild West. (Only I wouldn't shoot the first thing I'd see, I'd just eat it. Ew, that came out wrong.)

I feel like somehow eating alot at night keeps me awake, which prevents me from going to bed, which then screws up my rather erratic sleep cycle, to only add to my very weird food preferences. It's a vicious cycle. And while most people are like, "Well just wake up earlier, go to bed, and eat three meals a day."
I kinda look at them frustrated like Obama trying to explain to Congress why he needs more money, and say, "But I have no time." I feel like I'm rushing everywhere. I don't get a chance to sit still. And when I do, I feel lost. Like I should be running somewhere. I am so lost in this life as it is, I can't figure out what to do with myself half the time. Everyday I say, "I AM GOING TO DO LAUNDRY TODAY." And I end up singing in the shower for three hours, painting a Monet, driving to West Virginia and back, fixing a flat tire, making tacos, and almost setting my eyebrows on fire from stoking the fireplace and I still never get around to doing that darn laundry. It's really degrading hahaha.

Oh snap, look at the clock. Here I am ranting about how I have a horrible sleep cycle and I'm typing this at 2am. I am absolutely horrible.

Speaking of horrible things, yeah. My Honda is a trooper, I'll give her that. She gets great gas mileage but babe, your radio sucks, the heater acts like it's pumping out for all Hell, and the roof paint is chipping. I need to find a new baby. That's all there is to say about that.

Cheers to first world problem solving,

Yours Truly.