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Monday, February 12, 2007

blue robe

It was 8:57 when I woke up. I always set my alarm for obscure times because I want to have an advantage over the others. I'm in my towel by 9:01. I'm out in the hall by 9:01 + 30 seconds. I'm at the bathroom door by 9:02. A door opens. I look back. If there's one thing I've learned from all this it's that you should never look back. Enter Girl-in-blue-robe. Girl in the Blue Robe that was hanging on the hook outside the shower for 35 minutes last Thursday. Girl-in-blue-robe who thinks showering for 35 minutes at 8:00 when other people have to get to class is okay. Girl-in-blue-robe who either doesn't care or hates everyone of the ten girls on my floor who share the same clogged shower. She looks at me. I look at her. "Oh, sorry," I say. Ha! I can feel the glory, I'm about to take a shower. A long shower. Then she'll have to traipse off to class with wet hair and no breakfast. Maybe then she'll learn. "Oh, what time do you have class?" hell no I'm not going to let you in front of me. I am mighty, I will don't give way, I am all powerful. "10:30." You are not showering before me. You are not. I was up until 4:00 AM writing a paper. What's your story huh? Your life hard? Doesn't look so hard. I need to shower so that I can wake up and do my work for the class I have in an hour and a half. I have to go print out my essay in the computer lab because I ran out of paper. "Do you mind if I go before you?" hell yes I mind you insensitive bitch. "I'm trying to catch a bus at 9:30." A bus, why would you take a bus into town on a Monday morning at 9:30 when I know for a fact you have class today. Can't be good. "I'll be really fast." hesitation. "Really, I'll be fast." defeated.

I walk back to my room and shut the door. I reprimand my self for having no spine. I Sulk for fifteen whole minutes. (fifteen minutes! When I say fast I mean five.) I hear the door swing. 20 minutes lost.

Saturday, February 3, 2007

illustration friday: Sprout

A doodle from an old lab manual.