Not in love.

I need to go to the bookstore to buy a quarter envelope. One those long, mustard color ones. We had to write letters for future students in our creative nonfiction class. But it's cold outside. And I would much rather stay in the library and write small stories and draw hedgehogs and watch youtube interviews of Andrew Garfield on talk shows.
I am out of tea.
It's something like 9:38am and I am out of tea for the day. On to coffee I suppose.

This morning I woke up and the first thought in my head was, Why doesn't anyone ever ask me what it's like to not be in love?
You can tell I was tired and grumpy. I shouldn't have been. My alarm is a Jónsi song.

I have been sighing all morning. I don't even know what I'm doing at school. I went to my math class for fifteen minutes and then was told to leave because I don't need to take the final. I am going to my French class at 1:30 for only fifteen minutes. And at 4:00pm, I am going to my writing class for only fifteen minutes. And I didn't bring enough tea.
I think I shot myself in the foot today.
Hypothetically.

All of this might have something to do with the fact that Christmas is only nineteen days away as well. And I'm not in love and no one ever asks me about it. That too.

I can be so ridiculous.