It's kinda funny. This morning I was trying to get ready to get to math. I had overslept by 40 minutes, passing my whole "watch tv to wake up" routine, and headed straight for the shower. As I come back, my roommate Dan is still half asleep, possible getting ready to ditch Spanish, and I look outside. It looks wet. So I pull out my hairdryer and decide to actually use it. So as I'm sitting on my bed, drying my hair, trying to remember where my math notebook was and hoping Dan wasn't too mad for the loud noise, I look over at the clock; I had overstayed my welcome. I hurry up and head to class.
After another somewhat interesting talk about matrices, I head back out to go meet with a study group on an assignment due in an hour and a half. a light drizzle continues to fill the air so I grab one of the newspapers and put it over my head. Then it hits me:
I'm in college. I'm a college student. I am taking things as they are and not really planning ahead. I'm living in the moment.
This is prety sweet, I think to myself.
I get to go to college. I get to learn new, exciting things. I get to procrastinate and not care about it.
I know this sounds stupid, but it's true. So I had quite a revelation this morning. I'm not in high school. The rules are different, and a lot more lenient on my side. I can do all this awesome stuff, now. I don't have to listen to anybody. But then I got back into the mundane rush of things.
I went to the bookstore and read the postsecret book without buying it. I'm such a cheapskate. I really liked a lot of them. One of my favorites dealt with the blueberries. My personal favorite, though, took two pages.
Shoot. Diff EQ is due tomorrow and I haven't even started on it. It's gonna be a long night. The most actualized night ever.
Oh, and I didn't make Wheel of Fortune. Oh well. Now I can go to The Price is Right and play PLINKO!