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Rated: E · Monologue · Comedy · #1016522
This is about a college student getting ready for school on a Thursday.
Just like every other day, I woke up. Nothing interesting there. I figured long before I went to sleep that I was going to do that. Honestly, how many people go to sleep and expect not to wake up? That's just crazy.

If I would have known what was in store for me, I probably wouldn't have woken up. I would have slept straight on til Friday. Bypass Thursday all together.

But seeing as how I didn't know, I had to accept the fact that I was indeed stuck in Thursday and should make the best of it.

I rolled out of bed and looked down at my floor. For too long had I woken up and never looked out of my window. Why would I want to see a cheery day and have sun coming directly into my eyes? It probably also had something to do with the fact that last night was Chinese night. Chinese night meant horrible morning. So why did I keep having Chinese night? Why do most people have it? For the fortune cookie.

Amazing how it is eight in the morning, I feel like throwing up everything I have ever eaten in my life and I am reminiscing about a fortune cookie I had. It was a very odd fortune. It wasn't anything specific like 'You will die in seven days', it was just an odd cookie. It said 'Fortune favors those who work hard.' Perfectly logical. No problem there.

Yet for some reason it seemed a bit too odd. Like something in the cosmos was playing with me. I don't know why I thought this but I just did.

And at this exact second my alarm clock goes off again. I hate that. And I always forget to unset it after I have woken up in the morning. Heaven forbid I throw my alarm clock against the wall too. If I did that, there is no way I would be able to ever wake up. Only have enough money for one.

But yes, today was Thursday. Horrible Thursday. I have three tests today to make up for natural disasters which occur completely out of my range. How on earth am I supposed to be able to control nature? Am I supposed to reach my hand backwards and tell Mother Nature, "You have no power here. Be gone!"

While I do admit that would be rather neat, I can't do it. People have tried - a few of them I have even watched much to my amusement - but no one has ever succeeded. There was this one old gypsy woman who had tried when I was younger to control the wind but then again she probably just reached over and turned off the fan. That would have made the wind stop as well.

Great, now another ten minutes have passed. I'm going to end up being late to go to class. I hate that. Then the teacher always looks at me when I enter the building as though I have just squelched all of his ambitions to teach us information about a highly enlightening subject. I hate to break it to the guy, but me walking in late to class is probably the highlight of the class.

That and I usually walk in opening the door loudly and with much gusto. Either way.

One day I would love to walk into class late and just say, "Oh don't worry about me. I'm sure no one else in this comatose classroom knows what you were talking about either." I would either be sent from the school or be forced to do something horrible like clean his car.

He has never cleaned that car. I remember my freshman year walking over to his car and seeing that someone had wrote 'Wash Me Now' in the dirt of his back windowshield. It's still there. He doesn't even let his car get rained on outside. That's just horrible. Who would not let their car get cleaned? That's so...American like.

Now where are those socks? Of all my clothes, I lose my socks the easiest. I feel as though the moment I take them off they grow legs and begin to walk around. They probably open my refridgerator all the time hence why my electricity bill is so high. They probably also call all of the other socks from around the world and invite them to a party at my house. Or at least I can hope so because that would also explain my phone bill.

Reminder to self - pay electric and phone. Last day was two days ago.

I don't know how people can walk around with small notebooks and day planners and carefully write down exactly what their plans are for the day. Sometimes, and this is rare, if I need to write something down I take out a pen, grab whatever is nearby (napkins, receipts, baby diaper lining (just kidding)) and write down the important information. Other times I simply try to remember it in my head and then proceed to forget about it a few moments later. This method has helped me many a times.

Well here's one sock. Now do I risk trying to find the other sock and make it to school on time or looking through the dirty clothes and pulling out one? I think I'll just look through the dirty clothes. No one will know the difference.

Unless they are some weirdo with a foot fetish. Then I almost want them to see my feet because I take good care of them.

But then I remember how nasty they are and go "Eww."

Coffee would be great right now. Oh and look, the other sock was behind the coffee pot. Up all night again I see. I used to buy the fancy namebrand coffee because I honestly believed there was a difference. Now in college, I have found the only difference to someone whose tounge has been burned by Ramen noodles is about oh $3.00. Knock-off brands are now my favorite.

Finally, I think I have everything with me. Have my socks, shoes, booksack which has not been touched, and my to-go mug full of coffee. Just let me make it through Thursday...let me make it through Thursday...
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