I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim.

The day began with Bon Iver.

I’d dyed my lips for the first time in a long while, a colour with which I was unfamiliar. I wore a tighter pant size, as if a smaller set of jeans would magically lead to slimmer thighs. There were red stains on my cuticles from failed attempts to paint my nails the night before; I was quick to reach for the acetone upon realizing the attribute was completely impractical for my lifestyle.

The shit kept chipping off.

Mind you, there was no particular reason for this abrupt change in behaviour, no insults which have pushed me into action, no boy that I admire from afar. The lip gloss was an impulse buy at Wal-Mart; my good jeans were in the wash; I procrastinated from studying for mid-terms. Freud would argue subliminal and subconscious desires drove my actions each time, so that all these initiatives-for-feminine-improvement would conveniently fall into place because my mother didn't hug me enough as a child and I'm a closet homosexual furry trying to attract a mate.

(...excuse me. Much too much school-oriented thought lately.)

I step onto the bus and find it was generally empty, considering the time.

The bus I take to the train station, the 301, is one of those monstrous machines, two buses adjoined at the center with a plastic, foldable section, allowing for flexibility during turns. There are four seats located on this section inside the bus, and I always claim one of them. Public transit might as well be fun.

A man soon sits across from me, somehow resembling the bastard love child of Hugh Laurie and Chris Martin. I try not to stare at him too long, but at this point I begin wondering what Gregory House would say about Coldplay.

(Hah)

The school day went by considerably fast. Introduction to Research Methodology revealed no response from my desktop graffiti pen-pal. The girl next to me in Critical Issues in Psychology wore a perfume which made me hungrier than I already was. I skipped lunch during History of Political Thought because the debit machine was down and the cafeteria was cash-only. I discovered in Macroeconomics my mechanical pencil was in my jacket pocket the entire time. No one in Forensic Psychology took any good notes because the computer was down for the duration of the class.

I learned that the language of Portal is nonetheless universal. I learned cinnamon makes a very good scent of body spray and that I should buy some as soon as humanly possible. I learned that a chocolate bar can substitute lunch altogether if you eat it really, really slow. I learned to pat myself down before freaking out over something so trivial. I learned my education is much more dependent on power point presentations than I'd be willing to admit.

The day ended with The Ink Spots.