Do you regret going out on a Thursday night? No. But do you regret having to go to class on Friday? Yes, absolutely. Life is hard, but getting up for a 10 a.m. on a Friday -- that's harder.
7:13 a.m. Oh my god, what happened last night? Why am I awake right now? Ugh, I feel terrible. Cool. I got lipstick on my pillow again.
7:15 a.m. Yaaas, I found the water I set out for myself last night. Ah, I love drunk me.
7:16 a.m. Okay. Enough of this. It's too early. I'm going back to sleep.
9 a.m. Wow, my alarm really is so annoying (hits snooze).
9:09 a.m. The snooze button is worse.
9:10 a.m. I should probably check my texts. No, Becky, I don't know where your wallet is. And you texting me three times asking me where it is does nothing.
9:11 a.m. I should get up.
9:12 a.m. But first I'm going to check all of my social media, because, like, I can't start my day without it.
9:19 a.m.: OMG, Becky. No one cares about your wallet.
9:25 a.m. Well, I'm officially not friends with Kelly anymore. She put an ugly picture of me on Instagram. And then tweeted about me puking in my purse. Who does that?
9:30 a.m. Okay, now really, I'm getting up.
9:31 a.m. Roof, I look like a nightmare. There's not much I can do here.
9:33 a.m.: I neeeed to eat something.
9:34 a.m. Great. All I have is almonds and pasta noodles. Almonds it is.
9:36 a.m. Well, the good thing is that I never opened my backpack yesterday so, at least that's ready to go.
9:40 a.m. Where's the freaking Advil?
9:44 a.m.: Crap. I'm gonna be late.
9:46 a.m.: I need my roommate to drive me to class. She is literally going to hate me.
9:48 a.m.: Yup. She definitely hates me. Sorry!
9:54 a.m. Great. No one is here today. Now, it's more noticeable how terrible I look.
10 a.m.: The hangover decides to start right when class does. Sneaky.
10:05 a.m. I never noticed how annoying the sound of my professor's voice is.
10:06 a.m. I'm just gonna online shop to make me feel better about my decision to come to class.
10:33 a.m. I think I'm gonna be sick. This cannot be happening.
10:50 a.m. God, that was painful. I can't do this for another class.
10:52 a.m. Should I even go?
10:53 a.m. But I'm already here. Okay, okay. I'll go. You're welcome, Mom.
10:58 am.: Kelly, don't you wave to me from across the street. I'm still mad at you.
11 a.m. And so it begins again. I hate college.
11:05 a.m. I should not be here.
11:06 a.m. I bet my bed misses me. Don't worry, bed. I miss you, too.
11:17 a.m. Emily just texted me, “R U alive?" God, Emily, you would know if I were dead.
11:21 a.m. Welp, just filled up my Camelbak for the third time today.
11:38 a.m. Now I'm starving, but my stomach hurts. How is that even possible?
11:48 a.m. OMG, will I ever get out of here?
11:49 a.m. Honestly, woman, how have you been talking for this long?
11:50 a.m. Praise all that is good. I'm done for the day.
12:03 a.m. Back to bed, with a huge glass of water and a box of Cheez-Its.
