is everybody happy now?

Lets talk about life. life is the atmosphere, that I walk, breathe, and observe within. smells that experience, and the feelings that I get. as of late,, this mostly includes physics, equations, concrete dust, asians, homosexuals, welding fumes, hipsters, traffic, my couch, hard hats, more physics, nerds, church ladies, channel locks, the road, my stinking-ass truck, tps reports, door to door salesmen, more physics, angular components of motion, the A&M webssite, dirty laundry in the floor, the road, cheap instant made coffee, my bed, scissor lift, junk food, calculus, busted knuckles, alarm clock, snooze button, ten times in a row, and then,,, the mirror.. faceless, i stare... grey hair, pores, tired eyes, a t-shirt from a concert two years ago and I still wear more than would be deemed socially acceptable, has now gained a growingly noticeable bleach stain, and I forgot to stop for shampoo again and the towels are all dirty. I stare.. through the spotted mirror and into my own eyes.

speechless,,, I've run out of things to say to myself. give or a take a few seconds each morning, and then I remember where exactly I'm going today. eggs and bacon, before a three hour cram session before my physics test. frantically throw my things into a bag and rush out the door,,, to suddenly stop dead in my tracks... it's cold today... and I forgot my bottle of water and orange... run to the truck, throw my shit in, run back inside, put on some dirty pants, turn everything off that I left on before, get the oranges, grab a water, back to the door.. still slightly uncomfortable with the weather.. run back in and grab my hoodie,, find the one without construction cooties on it,, and back to the door. this, time, i can leave comfortably.


the road... red lights, marquees in spanish and asian. sometimes within the same sign. some NPR, "a little sarah jaffe for ya this morning", swerve in to the McDonalds drive thru, 2 McChickens, soon my pants will have lettuce all over them, but at least its not cabbage.

the test.. 3 hours of brooding, occasional stretching, a glance at super-nerd/lab-partner, his equation sheet barely has 1/4 of the page filled in,, mine is covered, top to bottom, in and out,, I can write two words on top of each other and still decipher both of them,, soon, I'll be able to do three. my involuntary back and neck cracks, everyone else has their weird quirks too, the still air is dense with them. sniffles, coughs, yawns, taps, under-the-breath giggles. the professor's keyboard clacks. he peers out the bottom of his glasses, head slightly cocked back, into his computer screen. his face stretches, his chin gradually dropping, his mouth partly open, stretching, slowly morphing from f(x)=0 , to an ellipse, (x^2/a)+(y^2/b)=1 , at first the x is the major axis but then it approaches the y just as he reaches full relax mode. who knows what he's looking at.. probably something way more interesting than what i've got in front of me.

the digital clock has got it going on,, the most popular thing in the room, stealing glances from each and every one. it's green eyes meet ours, but we are shy and unconfident, quickly turn our heads back to the test, stroking the delusion that it didn't notice, like a game of wack a mole, the heads turn, slowly the forth, and quickly back.. the whipping of the heads, especially the two girls, create a slight wind force in the room, defined by mass times acceleration, but since its a rotational movement, likely has linear and angular components,, the girls have some harmonic motion to figure too, the pony tails are creating a pendulum, so the restoring force would have to be factored. the affecting circulatory breeze is nice, and the sound is comforting.. "Three hours are up" , "Everyone put your stuff down" and just as i'm getting to the last problem, and wouldn't you know, it's an easy one! the class moves as people are standing, unzipping, moving, sliding chairs, and i'm frantically writing down the conservation of momentum equation, as i begin to stand and walk.. finished it. nailed it. not so sure about the others though..

3 missed calls from my mom, two texts, my boss wants me in southlake tomorrow, and my friend hasn't mailed off the netflix movie i let her borrow. it's an easy ride home.. slow. hands at ten and two, and mouth hanging much like the professors.. I get home, and smell the trash can.. time to trade out the bag. the dishes have been piling up since I've studied for every single free second of my life the preceding four days. Begrudgingly, I'll do them now, so I don't feel so bad about the nap that I'll soon take. My brother is staying with me lately,, so there is an added load as far as silverware and glasses go.. every. single. dish. flop my sperry's off and let my feet have their way with the dirty kitchen floor. stretching every toe, two at a time and slightly warming the floor with friction, creating a nice comfortable spot to stand on.. In this position i stand, in silence, and finish the dishes. then wipe the counter, what the hell, i might as well sweep and mop too, my kitchen is tiny anyway,, and all without a word. I stare at the clean kitchen for a little bit, soaking it in. smelling the fresh air.. go to my room, put on some good tunes, a new playslist, pop off my shirt, and grab some basketball shorts,, and a book i've been wanting to read, i deserve this,, back in the living room, open the blinds and let some sun in, plop down in the chair, throw the legs up, stretch my back and scoot my butt around in the seat,, really sinking in,, and position the book on my chest.. I start to open the book, but just before i can, a text comes through and my phone plays the xylophone. I look over,,,,, and there on my end table,,, in blazing-plain eyesight, is a dirty coffee cup and a plastic glass.. staring me down..