Turnaround

Something very strange is happening to me.

On Tuesday, I skipped class with Cody. We spent two whole hours eating J-Dawgs and playing with nature and thinking about everything EXCEPT school. When I was laying on the grass, I made him sit like a hunchback so his shadow shaded my face, and also because I think he’d make a great Quasimodo one day, when Disney makes the obligatory sequel {inevitably named something like The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Dreams Come True}. It was WAY better than class.

Today, I took a huge bite of apple and sprayed this passerby in the face with my own projectile saliva, mixed with little bits of apple. And instead of being embarrassed, I just laughed. And laughed and laughed. Oddly enough, the boy didn’t think it was nearly as funny...

Tonight, I straggled in the door at 8:30 PM from another 12-hour day on campus {must… stop… doing that to myself…}. I have at least 6 hours of homework to do, I have to work 11 more hours by Friday, and my room looks like the epicenter of a 10.1. So, clearly, I spent the night on a fun date, and laughing with my roommates, and not getting anything done.

What happened to the old Brooke I know and love? Why am I not laying in bed at night worrying about things? Where is the responsible version of myself who feels bad if I skip a day of making my bed? Today I didn’t even look at my planner until 3 PM! This is serious people!!!

… but I’m kind of loving it.