Today I didn't see any bad omens. Miley Cyrus has departed for good, unless she comes back as a student or a commencement speaker (it's possible. She still has Miles to Go). My English professor didn't make any endearing remarks about the aesthetics of Penguin Books. I actually found someone to sign one of my study abroad forms. I didn't wake up late, didn't spill coffee on myself, I ate a decent lunch, heard from my sister, talked to my Mom, I had an awesome hair day (really just for the second half of the day. The first half of the day was rough, but listen, I'll take what I can get). I did stand on my feet for 6 hours talking to girls about why they should join my sorority, but really...we've been there, we've done that. I can't become redundant after a grand total of four posts. I hope. We learned about thresholds of narration the other day in the aforementioned English professor's class. Basically it's the point at which a story becomes worth telling--something has to happen out of the ordinary to warrant a retelling or documentation of the event. That's the sparknotes version of a 50-minute lecture on thresholds of narration. For most of that time I was thinking about how I really disliked Robinson Crusoe as a person, and how if he was here today, he would probably be in some serious psychotherapy. The guy was nuts, even before the 28-years of solitude.
I don't feel as though I have much of threshold of narration for the story of today, which makes me feel frighteningly unexceptional--tomorrow I'll streak through the gymnasium, old-school style, and then we can get down to the business of a great story.
I did get to wear the pearl necklace that my parents gave me for Christmas, which in itself is not that exceptional (they are exceptionally beautiful but putting on a necklace does not a day make). We had a formal event at the House, so I was pretty done-up, and as I was leaving I glanced in the mirror and saw an adult look back.
So that was weird.
I'm on a self-imposed program called the Lauren Turns 20 Program, because I have come to the conclusion that at some point in my life I will have to start taking responsibility (still vague on this one, I have a few months) and learning important life skills, like how transfer fees work at the bank and basic addition. This is real.
I would go into details but part of the program is getting enough sleep, and it's almost 2. A post for another day, one with a better threshold of narration. Tomorrow I have to be productive, and not even coffee can force productivity out of me on less than 8 hours of sleep. This is real too.