So, I'm thinking of starting a new blog (or at least retitling this one.) My new/renamed blog would be called Weird Places I, Danielle L Renckly, Fell Asleep and Also Why Does My Hall Have So Many Damn Fire Drills?
It's a working title.
But seriously. Those two things combined basically comprise my entire life at college so far this year. For one, the sleeping in weird places should really not be an issue. I have a single dorm and two sets of furniture. Two beds, two chairs, four perfectly good places to nap!
Apparently, whatever instinct controls my sleeping habits would beg to differ. A list of the places I have fallen asleep in the last two weeks is as followed:
the floor, the floor, the floor again, the shower, the floor, under my bed, the floor, the floor, the shower again, the floor, inside a box, the floor, the floor and, oh guess what? THE FREAKING FLOOR.
For some reason, I keep waking up on the floor of my dorm. Sometimes I'll wake up on the floor and not remember how I got there.
You know, this all plays pretty well into my "I'm secretly a werewolf" theory.
But, moving on to the fire drill thing. I've been at school for about a month now. Four weeks. Not that long. In that time, my stupid building has been through four fire drills. That is literally a drill per week. Not, of course, that they've been spaced out that nicely. No, they happen without warning at the most inopportune times. Like at midnight. Or when it's storming in a torrential fashion. Or when I was very busy watching the Vampire Diaries, thank you very much!
Stupid college.
Speaking of stupid college, I had a test in Sociology today.
It did not go well.
Have you ever read something that was in English, or whatever language you happen to speak natively, and have just not understood it? Like even a little bit?
That had never happened to me before this morning. And let me tell you...it was terrible. Awful. I almost cried. I was taking my exam and I looked at the first question and I...
I...
I DIDN'T GET IT.
It said something along the lines of "looking from the perspective of Muller's theory on differential association, how does the ruling class assure its hegemony through constructing and diffusing a proper ideology of crime?"
Ummmm...yes?
Is this what stupid people feel like all the time? IS IT?
I feel like I'm in Latin/Spanish/Math class all over again. I hate being not awesome at things.
And with that improper segue...(spelled that word right on the first try, I did)
I'm currently in mourning. I've had a dear friend fall gravely ill. And by dear friend I mean my macbook and by gravely ill I mean it decided that it wanted to stop turning on.
My computer is quite the hipster. Apparently, working when I needed it to work was too mainstream. Now, I'm stuck doing all my homework/facebook stalking/blog typing on a computer in the library. When I am struck with my own hilariousness and start to laugh like a moron, the people all stare at me.
Peasants. They're all jealous of my overwhelming awesomeness.
But, seriously...I know nothing at all about computers. I know that they're the special magic boxes that let me watch my shows and type my snark-tastic blogs, but that's pretty much it. So, my attempts to fix my lovely macbook began and ended at hitting it, yelling at it and then cussing it out.
So, I'm probably going to need to contact a professional.
I'm gonna go stand outside the library and stop the first dweeb in a Doctor Who shirt. Sound plan, I think.
