Snow Storm

Every day in school is like a monotonous cycle. Get up, make oatmeal, make coffee, eat oatmeal, forget about coffee, wash face, brush teeth, get dressed, walk to class, be in class, try not to sleep in class, get out of class, dodge the texting people and the other slow ass walkers, be in class... you get the drift.

Once in a while, class isn't so boring. The professor might have really good stories to tell, or the lecture is great and interesting, or you're not sleepy for once. It's all good.

I have been, and still in, a relationship for a little over a year. It's a long distance relationship, much to my dismay. I don't believe in long distance relationships, and yet I'm in one. The irony. Don't get me wrong, I love him very much. But sometimes I wonder how nicer it would if he were here with me.

Or if I was with someone else, who was also here too.

I was sitting in class one day and I saw this boy that I met at a party right before I met my current boyfriend. He was sitting amongst his friends and I quickly looked at something else when he turned my direction. I knew he would have recognized me, even with my short hair. We were sitting in the same row and two seats away from each other.

I wonder, had I gotten together with him instead of my current boyfriend, we could be sitting together. Doing homework together. I could spend half the week at his place and he stay with me for the rest. We could choose our courses together - basically be together throughout university. That would be nice.

But no, we're not together. My long distance relationship with my boyfriend is crumbling. It's just not the same anymore.