It is common knowledge that the barista at a chain coffee shoppe would often mispronounce your name, so I have gotten into the habit of making pseudonyms at my order.
On this particular day off Stat courses, whose length is longer than the industrial toilet paper roll at the university and the voice more hypnotic than that of Houdini's performance, I delta-ed the fuck out of the lecture hall.
At the coffee shop, I chose a 4-shot grande americano and the name "Max" to give in to the crave for caffeine and pretend that craving is not mine, and then went on to do other business. When I returned, I realised a guy called Mathias took my americano but he has the exact same order as mine.
I cannot help but wonder what is going on in Mathias's life. Probably some hard shit, that is the only reason I could think of for people who order 4 shots in his americano.
The coffee tastes adequate, not watered down but didn't really improve my cognitive sensitivity.
Met 2 roommates on campus today. They claim the house is "so boring" right now, which I took as a compliment to my personality.
Ordered warm sake and overpriced ramen at the spot to swallow the emptiness after tuition payment. What the fuck is the meaning of my life?
I am on time with my readings and doing well like I previously did in high school, but I still feel a forlornness, it does not feel like I am in the driving seat of my life.
Dangerous thoughts. Maybe from the lack of sleep.
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