7:00 a.m.—Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy.
7:03 a.m.—After contemplating a possible hidden meaning of last night’s dream, stare at ceiling.
7:08 a.m.—Consider taking shower.
7:09 a.m.—Don’t.
7:10 a.m.—Consider pros and cons of going to breakfast.
7:11 a.m.—Don’t.
7:12 a.m.—Repeat last four steps.
7:16 a.m.—Smell myself and decide showering will be best.
7:25 a.m.—Select some dope threads to wear (for my image).
7:28 a.m.—Change into less dope threads (due to Iowa weather).
8:00-11:00 a.m.—Try to complete some work in Burling, spend majority of time looking out large window.
11:05 a.m.—See squirrel on way back to Loose. Nothing special happens. It runs up tree, I keep walking. It is likely we will never cross paths again.
11:11 a.m.—Make a wish.
11:15 a.m.—Surf the web on smartphone.
11:30 a.m.-12:00 p.m.—Unintentional nap while still wearing backpack.
12:00 p.m.-12:40 p.m.—Lunch.
12:45 p.m.—Class in Bucksbaum.
2:05 p.m.—Get out of class. Walk downtown for fun times to be had!
2:10 p.m.—Explain to fellow pedestrian on Broad Street that although I am black, I am, in fact, not an international student (email me for more conspiracy theories about the existence of African Americans).
2:15 p.m.—Ask about muffin options at Saint’s Rest.
2:30 p.m.—Briefly discuss which lipstick colors get Aja ’09 the most tips at Lonnski’s.
3:15 p.m.—Assist art class at the Art’s Center.
5:00 p.m.—Tell nine-year-old at the Studio 6 that I do not have a boyfriend.
5:20 p.m.—No, I don’t have a girlfriend either.
5:30 p.m.—PIZZA.
5:45 p.m.—MORE PIZZA.
6:00 p.m.—Make way to secret bathroom location that is probably also a preferred space for many others, but try not to think about it.
6:15-7:45 p.m.—Do more work in Burling.
7:55 p.m.—Buy celebratory cookie and lemonade from Grill and engage in small talk.
8:15 p.m.—Drop cup of lemonade outside loggia. Salvage what is left from the sidewalk.
8:20 p.m.—Watch The Sopranos.
9:45 p.m.—Shed a few tears about lemonade mishap.
10:00 p.m.—Watch The Walking Dead.
11:11 p.m.—Make another wish. Just kidding. I didn’t actually see it twice in one day. That would be cool though.
1:00 a.m.—Go to sleep no longer feeling like P. Diddy, just Nadiri.
