Our cultural events in college just got over which explains why I haven’t been around lately. I had a great time! I met lots of like minded people from various colleges which is a big deal since the college I attend is loosely referred to as the ‘nerd hub’ for justified reasons. Now that the events are over, I have a huge growing pile of laundry that I have so far successfully been able to ignore if I look right ahead and partially close my right eye. For this method to work now, I may have to close both my eyes. Only then will the growing pile completely disappear from my field of view. I’m not even going to get started about the state of my room. Let’s just say the past few days, I would barge in at 6 am, shower if perverted peeping lizards don’t show up, grab bread that’s barely visible under all THAT nutella, leave and get back by 6 am the next day. So I don’t need to tell you that now that as I’m slowly easing myself back to routine, I’m sleeping in a pile of padded bras,novels, wires etc. There’s so much of cleaning up to do that the very thought of initiating it is getting me exhausted.
I have zero stamina since I’m not eating right and I don’t remember the last time I moved voluntarily unless it was absolutely necessary. Our hospital postings have started and I can’t stand continuously for 4 hours without my ears starting to ring and my vision getting blurry. I’ll probably be the kind that dozes off in the middle of sex. Hopefully the lucky guy won’t mind necrophilia and can finish the job off by himself.
I’m turning 21 next month! I don’t want to even..no..maybe in the next post I’ll talk about it.
Hopefully by the time I type in my next post, I may have moved a little and done SOMETHING. Right now, I give myself little pats on my back when I manage to get up to pee instead of holding it in and wait for other ‘urges’ to develop so I can finish every thing off together instead of doing it one at a time.
You can say it aloud. I need help. Any tips to prevent me from being a part of the furniture? I’m afraid IT’s a bit too late..I think my butt has melted already and gotten entangled with the cot. Why else would it be so hard to lift it off the bed?