I don’t feel like doing anything.

Okay, so you know “The Lazy Song” by Bruno Mars? This one:


"Today I don’t feel like doing anything.
I just wanna lay in my bed.
Don’t feel like picking up my phone.
So leave a message at the tone.
‘Cause today I swear I’m not doing anything."

You’re welcome for that.

This came on in the car last night while I was returning from Wal-Mart after a failed attempt at getting something necessary for my boyfriend’s (who I shall refer to as D) Christmas present. Made the mistake of telling him a little too much information when I was speaking with him on the phone later that night. My bad.

I might not have remembered it if it wasn’t the last song that played on the radio. I was squished in the back of a VW Bug with two beautiful people, with two other beautiful people in the front, dancing as much as the cramped space would allow and singing as loudly and off-tune as humanely possible to every rap-type song that played. It was quite entertaining to say the least.

Some guy walking by started singing along with us as we got out of the car.

Anyways, that song by Bruno Mars began playing and I’d heard pieces of it maybe once before, but this time the words were all too clear. I laughed when it occurred to me that this is how I’ve spent my last few weeks in my college dorm. My dorm room looks like a bomb went off. Trash, clothes, opened drawers that are throwing up various items all over the floor. In fact, it would be easy enough to just say that every single piece of furniture in this room appears to be violently ill. I suppose I could be typical and chalk this all up to finals beginning on Monday.

I just don’t feel like doing anything.

And I’m good with that.