her: "on a monday? i have a test the next day, i can't. i really can't!'
me: "oh, just do it anyways...!"
her and other friend simultaneously: "maggie, you are an english major."
oh, yeah. that's right. so then the subject of my schedule (being done at noon... what?) and free time (...you have nothing to be doing right now?) was discussed and my friend says, "maggie, your life is weird."
my life is weird.
nah, it's not. i thought. and then i went home, ate a cupcake that was one of two dozen i made over the weekend during the day, curled up into bed because it had started snowing outside, opened my computer to watch only 30 episodes of the lizzie bennet diaries and somewhere in-between, i fell asleep. and didn't wake up until almost 6pm with my eyeliner rubbed off on one eye. and concluded that, yes, my life is weird in the sense that my homework takes no more than an hour to do most nights when a short time ago i definitely used to be friend #1 and #2. though not really, because even then i could study for hours and still just pass as a mediocre student. also, i have time to do things like curl my hair every other day and put on lipstick. and i work. and i have time to go running. and all i have is time, time, time.
so maybe they have a point. and as my english advisor said today, "welcome to the dark side!" with an almost unsettling but still friendly toothy smile.