Mouse
Nusoiglubba
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- Aug 28, 2024
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So begins this diary of a mouseman.
I woke up at 7:00 this morning after staying up until midnight talking with my roommate. Seven hours of sleep may well be enough for serfs and slaves, but is severely lacking for MEN DESTINED TO DEFINE ERAS AND CHANGE HISTORY, WHO WILL BE REMEMBERED FOR MILLENNIA TO COME. Should my sleep schedule stay like this for too long, I might end up a measly PHILOSOPHER KING, or heaven forbid an INFLUENTIAL ARTIST, WRITER, OR GENERAL. I say this as someone destined since birth for MIDDLE MANAGEMENT. During our daytime routines he is most like a dog, but come nightfall when laying in our beds with nothing else to do, he somehow becomes a supremely interesting character. Were he not my roommate I'd think him just another cretin in my way, and though he is a bit of a dullard, he's shown me such a rare degree of kindness that after just a few weeks I've come to consider him a genuine friend. We went to the gym and ate breakfast together before my classes began, which were an unrelenting onslaught of tedium broken only by a few ten to twenty-five minute breaks over the span of six hours. The final class of the day was the first time meeting of a thenceforth weekly lab, and it went terribly. Because I had only ten minutes to get there from my prior class, there were slim pickings for seating. Both main tables had filled up, so I took my chances sitting in a row of desks along the wall. Luckily, a nice looking but not entirely unobtainable girl for me to fantasize over for the rest of the semester sat beside me, as did a faggoty emo looking manlet sharing the same name as my childhood best friend, forming a perfect lab group of three. Just as I began to grow besotted with this girl to whom I'd spoken exactly nine words, fate (FORTUNA, IF YOU WILL) in the role of a slightly overweight 30 year old blown out graduate student with porcelain pale skin and thinning blonde hair who looked on the brink of suicide (you could really see it in the poor woman's eyes) took her from me. She and the short eye-shadowed freak were sent elsewhere because there were "too many groups" and I was forced to join the other group sitting along the wall, consisting of a brutish negress, an ethnically ambigous mustachioed abomination of modernity wearing windsor glasses who would have made the perfect 'jak, a guido looking guy, and a frat bro on his second year as a senior, long ago lobotomized by some sino-lithuanian fent cart. It is, of course, impossible to talk to anyone other than the two nearest to you when sitting in a row of five, so none of us made any attempt to introduce ourselves to the larger group. It took me fifteen minutes to complete the work on my own but I waited on my phone for almost forty minutes after that to see if any announcements regarding future coursework would be made at the end of class. I should've just left early. I can't imagine how much I'll come to hate them by December. The rest of the day was spent in my dorm and at the library reading and studying (writing this, browsing the internet, and texting my friend who is going to a much better school). I just found out Duolingo was connected to my contacts, which meant anyone in my contacts who also had Duolingo could look at my account and laugh at how quickly I gave up on using it to study Latin. Annoying.
Just another day in my piece of cheese life
