Cheerios and Contemplations

I am sitting on my never made bed, satisfying my mouth with Honey Nut Cheerios and thinking. My zombie like stare contrasted to the fixed motion of my arm delivering tiny rings to my machine like chew, certainly creates an peculiar scene to my studying roommate. I am grateful for her contrast in bubbly character in this moment. I could describe her in one word; pink. My roommate prides in her pinkness until it explodes all over her life like an overblown piece of bazooka gum. The cheery pastel of femininity is the true shade and her nature and does not match the darker shades of my countenance. I am darker than blue. This fact of my disposition is what has led me to my Cheerio binge upon my polka dotted sheets simply over thinking. Cereal and contemplation; marvelous!

So, this week I:

-Raised my hand in class for this first time in college. The question asked begged for my personal reply and I knew to leave it hanging in the abyss would be to slay the very make-up of my being. So, I risked the raising of my arm. I turned red once I noticed the gathering of gazes yet I answered proudly. I did it. I hope to never have to again.

-Studied for hours in the sun. I am almost done thawing out from the blasted winter.

-Received legitimate mail!!

-Watched Power Rangers and relived my childhood desire to be the pink ranger and slay the maniacal menaces of the underworld.