Two of my two final exams will come in a few hours from now. My brain takes early vacation on me sometimes. I am trusting that my work during the semester will brew me a not-so-bad day tomorrow. I wish to be beyond it all. In a few hours I guess. There is an eclipse due sometime tonight, I would like to walk outside in my sleepwear and stand gazing at it. Then I remember the natural inconvenience this place is. To freeze even with my jacket on.
My room looks like my brain. If I was living here alone, I would probably not clean it before weekend. I would make sure the season wasn't too apparent and sit down and watch tv on Saturday like nobody's business. Watching tv. I haven't done that since summer was here.
I dreamt today in a short sleep between books that I made it in time for Mrs. Ali's Requiem Mass at school, winter clothes and all. I tripped in my boots and another teacher helped me up. I was standing at the back of the Hall, with not much people there. Even my dreams are full of empty spaces. I miss her though. Something in me still can't get past her leaving. My mind hasn't made the cross-over yet.
I think of my back as a series of knots, like a tapestry of sorts, and there is something about the cold that keeps fraying the hold in them. That is annoying.
My hair has been straight for a few days now, temporary until whenever. I don't particularly love it, but it works better with the winter hats. Everybody thinks it looks better this way, but I just feel like I told the lion in me to shut up. It's too typical a look for me.
I'm going to go back to my roommate's version of ochro-rice and stew chicken, and corner up again with a stack of hand-outs. Maybe I shouldn't sleep tonight.
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