Confessions of a {Broke}Uni Student
Tags: Dreams, Journal, University, Coronavirus

To preface this, I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t think any of us really do right now (if you do, it is as of now a legal obligation to tell me). So, for the moment I’m just going to give a rundown of my life in the second wave.

It’s the 18th of December, 2020, and it is also summer uni break. The total infections in the US are sitting around the 17 mil. mark, and the world is pretty much in an episode of the twilight zone. If I’m honest those stats weren’t really something I had to deal with or wanted to deal with until recently. I’m currently living in Australia, and I cared, obviously, it just didn’t take up much of my time or my overly anxious brain. Of course, it's now a week out from Christmas and we’ve started tracking community transmitted cases after having no cases for so long. In case you can’t tell, today I’m ever so *slightly* stressed. But we ain’t gonna focus on that no more because I have to talk about the bonkers dream I had last night.

I was Lorde with extremely curly hair.

I was standing in a mirror when my mother came up to me and told me to sit down. She brought me to a barber's chair (I don’t know what they’re actually called because I’m slightly illiterate) and told me to wait. I asked her what she was doing and she said, ‘oh imma do what I always wanted to do’ and of course I was like ‘…what’. Turns out she wanted to completely straighten my hair. I sorta expected it — I thought that it sounded like something she’d do. I asked Jesse (My FWB) who was sitting beside me what he thought and he said she had been doing this for years. I was beyond scared so I quickly poured water over as much of my hair as possible and then covered it with conditioner so she wouldn’t notice. I waited there for a time and then I realized I didn’t get the ends, so I walked into the bathroom and had a shower to get it out. I looked in the mirror and it was my own face staring back (not Lorde's), but with completely straight hair except on my ends which were curly and afro-y. I looked absolutely insane.

I understand how that looks almost normal, and it is, really. The difference is my dreams usually don’t follow a linear plot, or have a plot at all — they just sort of -exist- in my brain hole. To explain, once I dreamt I was on top of a cliff, but the cliff was a school, and then it was me and I was getting pissed off because why was there a version of me just *lying* on me, and then I became the only star in the universe. Today was my day off work as well, so I was chilling at home for most of the day, being bored out of my mind. So what was I supposed to do? Well, as we know, TikTok is a time-traveling app. When you use it, hours go past like seconds, and so I thought that would be the perfect use of my time. Solid move on my part, actually — no cap. I was on there for almost 2 hours and then I got bored again. And that’s where I made a big mistake: I watched a Corpse Husband Among Us compilation. I regret that *so much*. Why, you ask? Because now I’m hooked and I can’t stop watching them. Thanks a lot, Youtube algorithm. Now how am I supposed to spend any time doing anything else other than listening to the deepest, calming voice known to man? Bloody hell.

By this point, it was already 4, at which point I emailed two people: my boss and my faculty dean. I asked my boss whether I should be going in to work tomorrow (to which she said no)because there was a stay at home order there. My dean I emailed because I need to change my major, but I have no clue whether my degree will let me change to that major or if I have to change degrees altogether, which I really do not want to do. And that right there? It’s the most productive I’ve been in about 2 weeks. Good on me, I guess.

P.S. Oh and you should all be proud of me — I ate dinner tonight woooooohooooo.