Una historia sin tiempo

"Cath, you know it's like half past nine?"
"No, no s'ok mum. I don't have History today, it's Monday."

I then went back to having a conversation with someone who was in the bed beside me and it was deep stuff. I unburdened myself upon them and they did not judge me. I bared my soul, unloaded all of those pesky little secrets that usually want to pour forth at 3 in the morning when I've been awake too long again but there's nobody around. I like to talk as I fall asleep. I have no idea what I'm saying but it needs to be said. David Number Three used to let me yammer on while he turned round and fell asleep surreptitiously. If I was conscious enough to be annoyed I'd start telling him crazy things in the hope he'd at least freak out, give me a reaction. All I ever got was snoring. It was an unfulfilling relationship to say the least.

"Cath, you know it's like quarter past nine? You awake?"

I opened my eyes and may have grunted something because my mum shrugged and walked off. 2 days into the second semester and I've missed my first History class that wasn't enrollment. I didn't even stay out late last night to avoid this, despite enjoying spending time with Rob because we make the best noises that turn into pirates half the time. I went home after having an epiphany on the train, losing it when I walked in the door and settling for the bowl of strawberries that nobody else had claimed already. To be honest they might have explained the dreams.

I'm really trying to fight my laziness. I mean I did my first day back so dress up because it's easier to fake it in a skirt than jeans and I spoke to like 3 new people. I was a little disappointed that the cute ginger girl didn't carry on Classics but I think I already knew that and hung out with the girl who is actually kinda old. I only point that out because we were talking about graduation and she was all "omg I'll be thirty" and that was scary. I mean thirty is older than I can imagine being. I'll be 22, 23 maybe if I take that year out in Ireland or Iceland or Greece. Unfortunately annoying 'lets make out in class' couple and fat guy who steals your desk were all still in my class and Mouse Face is too and still determined to sit almost next to me but say nothing even when I smiled hello. He did his 'maybe I'll say something' face and then turned away. Cannot be bothered with more of that. And my Classics class is in the Engineering building. First off it's a horrible looking tacked on modern building next to the Gothic main one, 2nd to get to it I have to clamber over the road torn up by trees and climb oddly spaced out stairs and 3rd? Well it's full of engineering students. These are people who know maths, that wouldn't spend ages agonising over percentages in shops and triple checking addition before heading to the cash desk. they intimidate me something fierce.

But my point was the laziness. Maybe I should at least try and adhere to my sex. Just a little. Spend more than 2 minutes throwing on whatever doesn't smell bad or look crumpled. But even when I make a little effort it never takes more than 10 minutes unless I'm looking for something in particular which means it's at the bottom of a pile in a room nobody goes into. And half the time I'm only making myself look good for myself. I don't really like attracting attention, just makes me think there's something wrong with me, and I'm still a little wary since the time the crazed junkie wouldn't leave me alone but that's really another thing altogether.

Plus like 3 people on separate occasions have remarked "that was quick!" when I've come back from the toilet in this past week. Like they expected me to be ages. What I'm supposed to be doing in there I'm not sure but clearly I'm not doing it for long enough? Is there some sort of set time for girls that I don't know about, because I don't have make up to check and I know my hair looks awful without looking and maybe I should have just worn a hat?

God, I'm starving. I think it's time for make toast and pour all the leftover syrups and honey on top to make a gooey meal!