…of course not really, but i’m beginning to believe that rushing around can make you super confused.

early today i realized that this weekend was going to be nice and that i wanted to be outside and ACTUALLY have time with my friends and i was going to wear white. and you know what is important about wearing white? being tan! so, i quickly scheduled a tanning appointment (as i walked from class to work) but the only time they had left was 5 p.m. well, i usually work until 5 on campus but decided that i could squeeze those extra 15 minutes unto tomorrow and leave just a few minutes early today.

right, so i get in the car only to realize that i left my salad (dinner for this evening while i work yet another job) upstairs in my office. i dash back upstairs, excuse my absent-mindedness and then run the 3 flights down yet again. i’m driving along thinking that i’m going to make it there just on time when i realize that my clock in my car says 4 p.m. now i think to myself wow, that’s weird. it’s definitely 5 o’clock. well, i’m not very good at changing the clock in my car and just assume that somehow i hit a button and it went back an hour. i even comment to myself on the fact that elementary school kids are getting off the bus… i think, wow, 5 p.m. is really late for those kids to get out of school.. but still i proceed to think that i must be right.

i arrive happily at the tanning place at exactly 4:00 according to my car clock. i walk inside and say hi i’m here to tan. and the girl looks at me and says, you want to go now? and i was like yes…when else would i go? and she looks at me with the funniest, quizzical expression and says it’s only 4 o’clock.

yes, you can lose time. i’m living proof. i’m always rushing - always on the verge of needing to be at the next location. is it senioritis? no, more like seniorstress. welcome to graduation 2009.