s121

I'm sitting with nobody else in the back meeting room of the Chemistry Learning Center on the third floor of the Chemistry D Block building, looking up answers for my math assignment due tomorrow night. My earbuds are plugged in and I'm thoroughly enjoying a playlist called Throwback Party on Spotify.

For one particular question I find myself on Yahoo Answers, and scrolling down I see a completely unrelated and humorous response to the question. Wow this will be great to put on my story. I take out my phone and decide that I want to check my snaps first (if that isn't the story of this whole school year I don't know what is).

Ah. There she is. Yeah, the first she in d121. She's smiling and looks like she's having a good time.

Crap.

There's something oddly poetic and destructive about how I felt once I tapped out of the snap. Suddenly what little motivation I have to do my work drains from my body. I take off my glasses and get ready to just lay my head down on the table and close my eyes for a bit.

Then I hear her name.

Loud and clear in my head.

By some twisted and sick chance, the song that I'm listening to is Mamba No. 5 (A Little Bit of...) by Lou Bega, and right as I get ready to just give up and go to sleep one particular line comes on.

a little bit of _______

Here I am. It's funny because I promised myself that one I finish writing this post I would go and close my eyes and just forget myself for a bit, but another song has come on. A song that we used to listen to together and laugh at every once in a while.

goodnight again.