Killing Me Slowly

Today I woke up with not even a hint of enthusiasm. July 17th was set to be a day filled with excitement, but my tired eyes would not by into that. Today should have been a bright day with a dark, yet exciting night. Instead, most of the day has been a total damper for me. I woke up extraordinarily tired. Surprisingly, sociology class wasn't as boring as usual. This is because we watch a video and autobiography about the four men who started the sit-in protest of the Civil Rights Movement. I love learning more and more about this era. It is so home-hitting and inspiring. But after class, the feeling of boredom overcame my usual and naturally enthused self. I kept planning out how I would enjoy the rest of my day but all I could think about was what assignments I had to do and what I was going to blog about. It is now nine p.m and I haven't done much of anything today, besides eat and sleep. Even when I got active with my second passion: dance, I wasn't myself. When I played the first song, I wasn't going to have a great workout. Inside I really wanted to finish creating the dance routine Arielle and I started but my body would not allow me too. This was frustrating so I just free-styled to get a little exercise in. After that, I got on the internet to watch funny videos on YouTube, hoping to liven my attitude up; and it did but then I had to go to dinner. That really killed my mood because I had to eat the same meal I've been eating every day since I've been on campus. I tell my friends and family this back home and they always ask, "Well, don't they have a variety of food you can choose from?" I tell them, "Yes. There is a variety; but it is a variety of the same food they cook every single day". So, I guess I'll be having hot wings and fries today, for the fifth time this week. After dinner I got even more bored with life because a lot people were going out and no one invited me, so I stayed home. Joe, Josh, and Leon were going to the state gym, so I decided to tag along. Well that wasn't much fun either because I don't know how to play basketball and all I could do was sit there and watch, until Leon twisted his ankle. I left shortly after he did. I didn't see a point of me being hot and bored while watching a few guys play basketball. If I want to be bored, I could do that by myself, in my dorm room. Walking back home, I decided I was going to blog about my boring day and how it has been killing me slowly. I am a very outgoing young lady so you can only imagine how alone and sad I was feeling. This Friday feels like a rat approaching death. The F in Friday stands for Fun. But Fun is not what I have been having. Hopefully, I'll wake up on the right side of the bed tomorrow. In the mean time, I'll post this blog, read a book, watch T.V, and/or just go to sleep after hoping for a better tomorrow.