This morning I worke up. My first thought was a feeling to digust and telling myself to wake up. I know that my dream was repulsive and I don’t wish to recall it. I roll over moving my polka-dot sheets and the star and bubble red, green and blue covered fleece blanket the my mother made me. I prop myself up on my forearm and lift my head off my blue pillow case covered pillows. I look at my clock sitting on my bed next to my cell phone, it reads 6:00 which was alarming at first before I realized I didn’t have to be up till 7 which ment my alarm was set for 6:41. I lay back down thinking to go back to sleep for 40 min but cannon get the repulsive dream ou of my head so I decide that I will get ahead in some of the things I have to do. I swing my feet out of bed and reach down to the shelve-like appendage below my bed and pull out my hair brush. I brush my hair, stand up, and walk across the ridiculously cold linoleum floor to my computer. I shake the mouse and wake up the computer, click the minimize button on iTunes, Microsoft Word, and My Pictures Folders. I lean on my black and metal chari to get my feet off the floor and click to open Google Chrome. When my homepage comes up I click a link to Facebook, open and new tab and click open the weather. I open Bozeman Weather and look at the hour by hour forecast and decide to ear a polo shirt, jeans and Chacos. Closing that tab I look at my Facebook. There are no new messages and no new notifications. I scroll down but see no new stories that I want to read. I ‘poke’ my sister and stand back up. I walk over to my closet, get my shower stuff and get ready to shower. I walk out of my room to the bathroom and shower. When I get back to my room I put my shower things back in my closet, turn on my iTunes to the MSU ’08-’09 playlist. I moisturize my face and smooth/gel my hair. I put on my jeans and turquoise polo, realize that it no longer fits so I take it off throw it in my “donate pile” and put on a brown t-shirt that reads “Give a Hoot, Don’t Pollute.” Once I’m dressed I make my bed and spread out the posters and bathroom readers that I need to put up as part of being an RA. I grab my binder covered in tape-bubbles and begin to distribute tape. I put 4 pieces of tape on each page one in each corner. Once all that pages spread out have tape I hang all of them up. In the bathroom I take down the old readers, put up the new ones and on my way back to my room threw the old ones in the recycling bin. I then repeat this process until all of them are hung. Once the poster were all hung I have ½ till I need to go to breakfast so I go back to my computer and got my notebook and 3 different colors for my Triples Fineliners that were different from the surrounding bio notes in the bio section of my notebook. I navigate to www.homepage.montana/~wcross and catch up on the bio notes I had missed last week. After I copy the notes I check my e-mail, nothing new. I then notice that I was going to be late, so I put my notebook and my pens in my backpack. I pull out my shoe drawer and grab by Chacos, and then put them on. Grab my green PV Staff hoodie and put it on and pick up my backpack. I lock my room and head downstairs. At the front desk I move my sunflower magnet from the In column to the Out column and I walk out the front doors into Roskie Wind Tunnel and behind me Roskie explodes into a fiery ball of doom. Ok not really but I’m sick of writing and I’m sure your sick of reading.
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