Sitting at my desk wasting time.

I have four pink roses on my desk in a white cup. I stole them from a Manz Dining table the day after Faculty Night. It's nice having them around. It cheers me up. I sometimes think I wouldn't like to receive flowers, but if they're small roses that don't crowd my desk, I appreciate them. Although I hate red roses because they're a bloody hue. Yellow with crimson tips are nice, as are peach, pale pink, and blush pink. I also like white gardenias floating in a clear dish, and blue hydrangeas in outdoor gardens.

I'm supposed to be reading Paradise Lost and short stories by Zora Neale Hurston. I'm not a fan of either. I'm actively opposed to John Milton. Freshmen year, I had to read most of Paradise Lost and the poem "Lycidas". It's awful, because I can't understand it the way my professor can, who says he became an English professor because of Paradise Lost. Oh Save me.

My friend Kammy's little brother is a mind reader. Today he said, are you bipolar or something? I was like, I've thought about it, but it became clear than I am not. He said, "I bet you were disappointed." How did he know that?!?!?!?! I was indeed disappointed. I didn't get a simple explanation to sum me up! There's no disorder that can pin my neuroses down, I suppose.

A Mean Proof, Modified:
Concerning the Age of My Roommate (age 21)
1. Athena's favorite movie is 10 Things I Hate About You
2. 10 Things I Hate About You is about teenagers, for teenagers.
3. Athena is a teenager.