Just for reference, I have entered into this post with little to no idea of what I am going to write. But hey, who likes well-structed, well-thought out blogs? I sure don't. I prefer to read a blog that is something out of the inner workings of a psychopath with severe ADHD. And that is what you're going to get today.
So, to describe my current situation.
I'm plugged into my iPod, listening to the beautiful voice of Tom Milsom sing about letters and verdigris, leaning back in our ancient computer chair even though I shouldn't be, warily eyeing a job application for a nearby theater, browsing through the Tumblr theme garden (we're not going to talk about the amount of jokes/puns I just came up with for that), silently willing our pantry to produce a bountiful supply of actual food so I don't have to go buy some, and contemplating how long it will take me to actually finish this post. Between the time I said hello and now.....well, let's just say it is now approaching an hour. I am easily distracted, okay.
And to describe the GREAT EVENT THAT WAS MY MONDAY.
Abandon all hopes of this next paragraph being exciting.
I had The Appointment with The Optometrist today. And by The Appointment, I mean it was the appointment that was to determine if I can finally wear contacts again (silly me, I contracted some vague eye infection a few months back and so I cannot wear contacts until it's gone). And by The Optometrist I mean that one place in that one building that honestly scares me. I have terrible eyesight, so whenever I go to the optometrist it's because there is something seriously wrong with them. Hence, my fear. Also, I've seen my fair share of horror movies wherein the unsuspecting patient inadvertently walks into the death trap/pleasant looking hospital. What's that? You want to take a picture of my eye? Go right ahead. Is it alright if you use a scalpel to do so? Seems a bit unnecessary, but I trust you.
So the appointment took about 5 minutes, which makes it seem like it went okay. Do not let the small time frame fool you, oh no. After determining for the thousandth time that I do not in fact have that eye disease that merits the air-puff test (They puff air into your eyes. They tell you not to blink. You blink because they are shooting air bullets into your eyes. Repeat.), my optometrist proceeded to flip up my eyelid and look to see signs of That Really Annoying Eye Infection. Yup, I still have it. Yup, I've got at least another month to go until I can wear my precious contacts. Don't get me wrong, I like my glasses. People say I pull it off. The snobs that work in my college's administrative building take me seriously. But they get annoying. Reason #327467 I'm looking forward to wearing contacts again: I can't wait to walk into that damn administrative building and study the faces of the people who sit behind those counters as I politely ask a college-related question. What? You want us to answer your questions? HOW RIDICULOUS OF YOU TO ASSUME THAT. AWAY WITH YOU, CHILD.
I do not exaggerate. The last time I went in sans-glasses, the admissions woman asked if I was going to repay my parents for the money they undoubtedly loaned me to pay for my parking pass. I went in today, with glasses, and the same woman told me I looked adorable and proceeded to politely work out the problem I've been having with my tuition fees. I often wonder what would go down if I walked in with a monocle.
After Adventures With The Optometrist, I decided to skip my Intro to Film class and head home.
And here I sit.
Still attached to my iPod.
I'm currently amidst my Scott Pilgrim soundtrack obsession.
And after each song ends I become horribly aware of how quiet it is in my house.
I worry that the constant song that is my thought process (with or without the iPod) escapes and everyone in the vicinity makes a mental note to avoid eye contact with me. Or....something.
But it's just my parents, and they've lived with me for 19 years. They know what this is all about.
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