9 T wo thousand nine
The 7,613th day of my life.
Although I set my alarm for 9:00AM, The sun that pours through my windows never fails to wake me. On this particular morning, my room is very warm. These are the times when I wish my ceilings werenâ€™t so high so I could easily turn my fan on, instead of having to climb onto my bed to reach it. I feel paralyzed in my bed, not wanting to move. I keep checking my clock every few minutes in hopes that time would go backwards. I have a case of the Mondays.
I decided that it was okay to lay in bed for an extra fiteen minutes because I’m going to pass on a shower today. I’m wondering if the bright sunshine outside is a trick, and if it is actually cold. I’ll just throw on the usual hoodie just incase it’s a bit chilly outside. Breakfast today consists of two strawberry nutrigrain bars and a bottle of water. Hopefully this will hold me over until lunch.
Hi my name is Ashley Trommler, and I’m a Starbucks addict. I have some time to kill before class, so after picking Keith up we made a Starbucks stop. My friend Becca, who I haven’t seen in a while, was working today and she gave me a venti instead of the tall peppermint mocha frappacino that I had ordered. She even put cute chocolate shavings on it which are crunchy and delicious. It’s the little things that excite me. Today will be a great day.
I’m in my Introduction to Sculpture class (a.k.a hell). Keith had talked me into taking this class with him and I highly regret it. My mind can’t think in 3D. I’m working on our final project. We can make anything we want to, so I decided to go back and work with wood again since welding didn’t work out for me. I’m doing a lot of measuring mixed with some simple math. This is the first time I have even thought about math since my senior year of high school. I have only been in this class for twenty-two minutes. I have about two and half hours to go!
I’m finally home, relaxing on my couch. I have changed into my work out attire, because I plan on going to the gym with my friend Amanda later on. I’m getting my dose of the Trya Show while talking on the phone with my boyfriend, Evan. He is actually out of town touring with his band right now and I haven’t been able to talk to him very much. He always knows how to put a smile on my face. I miss him very much.
What am I getting myself into? Donâ€™t let this book fool you. I hardly ever go to the gym. This is my first attempt at getting back into shape, and I can already tell I will not be able to move tomorrow. I am only able to do twenty minutes on the elyptical today and about ten minutes of crunches and another ten minutes of lifting seven pound weights. Iâ€™m ready to go home.
Of course! The day I decide to get into shape, my roommate and her friends make some very tempting food. I’m not going to eat any of the strawberry cheesecake, but I can’t pass up that pasta. A little bit won’t hurt me, right? This kitchen is a mess. I’m wondering why my roommate has piled up all of our recycling next to the trash can when she says she is going to take it to her Dad’s and recycle it. It’s been piling up there for about two months now. Also, I have a feeling I will be the one to clean up after all of her friends, hence all the dishes piled up in the sink. Welcome Home.
I’m exhausted and a little sad. I miss Evan very much. I have been writing to him every night before I go to bed, and he has been doing the same. Yeah, it’s kind of lame, but I love reading what he has to say when he gets back. I’ve been trying to get ahold of him so I can talk to him before I go to bed but he isn’t answering. Hopefully he will call back pretty soon before I pass out. Sweet dreams and good night!
This book was created for my Book Forms class during the Fall semester of 2009 at the University of Louisville. The font Frutiger was used for the title page and the paragraph type in size 7pt. The font called Synchro was used for the time in size 10. I chose a leading of 10 points for my paragraph type.