urrrr......

the last few days have, on average, sucked.

simply sucked.

i guess starting with sunday.

saturday night was pretty fantastic.

well, fantastic at the time.

as in, "oh hey, i'm going to drink a third of a bottle of 99 peaches BY MYSELF and go to a band party."

it was fun.

got straight boy action for the first time in a long time.

sunday morning, couldn't remember shit.

it's tuesday and i'm still filling in memories.

I'M NOT THAT PERSON. BUT I AM. I HATE IT.

there were some good points and bad points in the long ass story, which i will not type out completely.

all i can say is that it was probably a good thing i threw up.

still have straight boy's hoodie. and people are talking about me.

turns out i drunkenly picked the wrong person.

we all do dumb things.

anyway, i got a lot of crap about it the next day (though there are people that support me because HI WE'RE IN COLLEGE. i love those people)

monday i had two exams (one in french, one in statistics)...

cried a lot on sunday about that (and getting judged)...

they didn't go THAT badly in my mind, but that's what i thought about the exam i took in my american lit class two weeks ago.

and i got a D on it.

so my tuesday morning was FANtastic.

i'm an ENGLISH major. why is there a D at the top of my GENERAL EDUCATION AMERICAN LIT exam!?!?!?

anyway, i felt like an epic fail all day.

BUT. i got an A- on my education exam which i took the same day as the american lit exam.

so.

we win some, we lose some.

i get drunk and have fun.

i get drunk and get reprimanded.

dark and light.

oh goodness.

i'm never drinking as much as i did this past weekend ever again.

speaking of weekend....seeing Twelfth Night at the American Shakespeare Center this weekend with some of my English major girls.

i'm REALLY excited!! :)

we're going to have a great nerdy time. it's going to be so awesome! hahaha

until then, i'll keep reminding myself that everything blows over.

nervous.

i'm so terribly nervous.

my internship app for a certain newsy-radioy place needs to go out this week.

it's terrifying.

but somehow (oh hi, copious amounts of class-cancelling snow!), i managed to crank out some writing....

writing that is apparently pretty good.

i really have no confidence in anything i write. :/

anyway, here is a poem i wrote earlier this week.

enjoy.

***

coffee break

by Sasha Duran

inside the college library’s starbucks

on a sunday afternoon,

the venture club is seated

around the large round table in the back corner,

with their eco-friendly water bottles,

dusty backpacks, and muddy shoes,

sipping on tall frappuccinos

and discussing their upcoming hiking trip

to the mountains surrounding the campus,

not knowing

that a blizzard is on its way.

exhausted, frantic looking students are

rapidly tap-tapping away on their laptops

at their own little tables lining the wall.

sipping,

typing,

sipping some more of that venti americano

with a triple shot of espresso.

four skinny, blonde,

fake-sun-baked girls with shrill voices

are sitting in cozy patterned armchairs,

delighting in gossip from the previous night’s parties,

and half-caf-no-whip-extra-caramel cinnamon dolce lattes,

skinny vanilla lattes with whip and a shot of caramel,
caramel macchiatos with extra whip and even more caramel,

and caramel apple spices.

it’s a wonder

the chairs haven’t broken yet

under the weight of all that caramel.

at various tables,

lovers gaze into the eyes of their better halves over tiny cups of espresso,

old friends catch up over tea,

and new friends get to know each other better over croissants,

while two strangers meet in line trying to decide

what exactly it is they desire

to spend

their four dollars on.