I woke up this morning to an anxiety-induced stomach ache. Summer is officially over.
I was dreading going to school today. That’s sad, really. There should be an element of excitement involved. However, I have been growing increasingly apathetic toward school, what with my inability to get into any classes in my major. No. That’s not right. Apathetic is too medium sounding. I’ve been growing increasingly pissy toward school? That just makes me sound like a bitch. Umm… Hmm… Whatever. You get the idea. I haven’t liked it so much lately.
Anyway, where was I? Oh right, I had a stomach ache and I didn’t want to go to school. I miserably got out of bed to end the hammering of the alarm and then walked into my bathroom. I went through my daily routine hoping that my stomach ache would pass. It didn’t. I packed myself a lunch, popped the second disc of Pink Floyd’s The Wall into my CD player, and walked out the door. As I rode the bus to campus, I only imagined the day getting worse as time went by.
But then I stepped off the bus. “Comfortably Numb,” one of the prettiest songs ever, came on just as I did so. The skies were cloudy, leaving the temperature very cool. My stomach ache began to fade. The fountain was running, and I realized I’d missed this place. The tower looked lovely, the trees looked lovely, the construction workers didn’t look too lovely, but the girls certainly made up for that.
At one point I witnessed a short haired blonde girl get off her bike and then begin to stretch. First way up to the sky… and then all the way down to her feet. I couldn’t look directly at her. She was like the sun and my eyes might’ve been burned.
I had a while until my class actually started, so when I got to the building, I sat down inside to wait. That’s when the stomach ache started creeping back. Soon “The Trial” started playing into my ears and the heavy repeating guitar riff accompanied by the chanting at the end of the song only increased the anxiety I was feeling. The short reprieve I was given on my walk was over.
Class began and as we went through the syllabus and activities of the day, my stomach ache built itself up until it became a sharp, stabbing pain. I was worried I might have to run out of the class or else… uhh… “make” in my pants. But I made it until the end of class and used the bathroom in the building. Which for me is no small feat.
I don’t want to end this with pooping. But nothing else really happened.
I drank a Bacardi Silver Peach tonight. That’s the best I can do. It’s either poop or alcohol.