My mind is blank.
I’m staring at my room trying to find some inspiration.
Butterflies, boxes, books, pillows, messy sheets, paper cranes and lots and lots of sticky notes.
My brain is completely blank.
Today was the first day I woke up with energy and vigor. It’s like I actually wanted to get up. I didn’t even get enough sleep, but when my alarm went off I was excited to start the day.
This is new, I said to myself.
At lunch I picked up a brochure about studying abroad. I flipped right to the page about Paris. It’s fate. Then I saw the price. It’s an expensive fate.
In intro to journalism we talked about Michael Sam. Then about Marcus Smart. Then my professor talked and talked and talked and talked until we only had 2 minuted of class left. He doesn’t know that his clock is 5 minutes slow. He kept talking.
I worked my shift at the Fashion Study Collection, helped some students, locked up, and walked back to my dorm.
In my French film class we watched Bande À Part, a nouvelle vague film from the sixties directed by Jean-Luc Godard. I really liked it, especially the music.
I did laundry.
My mind is still blank.
It’s searching for something, but this is the best I can do.
I’ll think of something better next time.