Started out alright, felt like a boss as I got into Duchess, my boat-sized Buick I recently inherited. But then I came upon the parking lot.
Yeah, no.
Apparently, if you're not there before 7:30 AM, you cannot park in any of the lots that are anywhere near where you need to be. Silly me for thinking I wouldn't have to park somewhere off in the boondocks, which is halfway back to where I live.
So, running out of time, I threw some quarters at a meter and sprinted (as casual looking as possible) up to my first class.
A class that only has 8 girls in it.
Taught by the woman who thinks I'm crazy because she found me pacing in the Theater building last year.
Good.
But things are slowly looking up, as I sprinted back out of class (again, as casual as possible) ripped out of the metered spot just as a cop pulled into the lot, and made my way along the rounds of lots. This led to a long hike back up to the buildings I have all my classes in, but that's alright. I needed to work off a few calories anyway. This shirt looks better with a few sweat creases, right?
So here I sit, waiting for 3 hours for my next class (as I refuse to move my car again). It's a little bit better due to the yummy iced white mocha sitting next to me. I felt I deserved a little treat for not cursing out loud at any of the other student drivers, particularly that b*tch green explorer with the "Tri Delt for life!" sticker who took the spot I'd been waiting on for 10 minutes.
Maybe I'll get a second mocha.
I was recently provided with an even cooler map of drinkage (by Mr. Jat) than the previous one I have given you, which actually tells the composition of the different styles of awesome. Have fun making your own pick-me-up!
Enjoy!
Curl Gurl, out!
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