Day 1
8:25 AM: I can hear my roommate, K, getting dressed and quietly putting on her makeup. My alarm isn’t going to go off for another 25 minutes but I usually wake up to her getting ready in the morning. How does anyone have the time and energy to put on makeup every morning and look presentable? I just throw on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, brush my teeth and call it a day.
8:50 AM: I ask K, “Are you actually gonna wear that sweatshirt?” It was a sweatshirt her boyfriend got her from his school He broke up with her almost a week ago. “Yeah,” K says, “I was thinking about going to this school anyway.” I know she’s just saying that, but deep down she misses him and probably get a sense of comfort from wearing it still. Whatever floats her boat.
9:25 AM: I walk into the dining hall for breakfast and see my one and only one night stand. What a great start to the week. We either like to pretend the other doesn’t exist, or pretend we haven’t had bad sex and awkwardly say hi to each other. Today we chose to ignore each other. He is the only person that I have ever slept with that I didn’t develop feelings for. Probably because halfway through he bit my ankles. I’m kinky, but that was too weird.
11:00 AM: Just got out of my first class and call the doctor to make an appointment to see a doctor today. I’m pretty sure I have a UTI. Delightful.
11:30 AM: I text my boyfriend, C. “I don’t wanna gym today, can we just do our own workout ;)” I have literally no idea how to talk dirty. We’ve been dating for almost 7 months. It been a little rocky lately, but for the most part, he’s fantastic. My last relationship was so horrible that even the bad days with him seem like the good days with my ex.
2:10 PM: No UTI, wooooooo! But why do I have to pee all the time?
2:45 PM: Dragged my ass to the gym for a fast workout. I feel so guilty when I don’t go and then I start complaining about how I feel so gross. Sometimes I am too obsessive over those things. I have to keep reminding myself that eating a singular slice of bread or not going to the gym for at least an hour is not going to kill me.
4:30 PM: C came over for a quickie right before dinner since my roommate wasn’t home. Sex with him literally gets better every single time. We both finish in a matter of minutes. I had to be quieter than normal though because I don’t like when other people in my house hear. A lot of my friends have never experienced an orgasm in their life and are okay with that. HOW!? As soon as I learned to do it myself as a freshman in high school, I haven’t wanted to stop. There is a lot of unnecessary hate against female masturbation, but I just think if you’re not comfortable with yourself down there, how are you comfortable with a random boy?
7:00 PM: I see my friends for the first time all day. It’s been a lot trying to balance the bf and the bffs. Especially since they don’t live in the same place as me anymore. I feel a lot less guilty and have less FOMO when I leave to sleep at C’s now since it’s only me and K. Last year was a whole different story. We try to see each other a couple of times a week but its hard with conflicting schedules and the fact that more than half of my friend group is cuffed and always with their boys anyways.
10:00 PM: C wants to watch a movie even though I am probably going to fall asleep in the first couple of minutes. Lots of cuddling and tiny kisses. I start to dose off a half hour through, maybe because I took some cold medicine before this.
2:00 AM: I wake up to C kissing me and we start to go at it, still sleepy. I have never finished from just penetration alone, but C tries really hard to make it happen. When he finishes, he goes, “You love middle of the night sex right? That’s why I woke you up.” Wow, I love him.
Day 2
9:00 AM: I try to shut off my alarm super fast so that C doesn’t have to wake up with me. I quickly throw on some clothes and give him a little kiss and tell him to text me later. Waking up snuggly with the bf is one of the best feelings in the world, and definitely makes it extra hard to leave.
10:40 AM: Thankfully I have some time to get a coffee before class since waking up for some ~physical activity~ at 2 am isn’t the best for your sleeping schedule, no matter how great it is. K and I go together. It has officially been a week since her break up and she seems to be doing better. “Every day will get a little easier, I promise” I try to tell her. I don’t think she believes me.
1:00 PM: My professor today tells us that males have a highest surge of testosterone at 2 AM! Shocker! I Snapchat a picture of the slide to C as a little “thank you” for last night.
4:00 PM: I probably would have walked back home and napped if I hadn’t signed up for the HIIT class I do every week with one of my good friends since I was so tired, but I knew I would regret immensely if I bailed. But of course, my endorphins start flowing as soon as I start profusely sweating 5 minutes in and I start to feel incredible. Totally worth it.
8:00 PM: I have an exam tomorrow but all I want to do is cuddle with C and watch another movie. I’ll casually mention it while texting him.
8:05 PM: He did not take the bait.
12:00 AM: After watching John Oliver and casually studying and chatting with K, I finally give up and try to hit the hay so that I have a good night’s sleep before my exam.
3:00 AM: Oh yes, my fake UTI is making me pee in the middle of the night again.
5:45 AM: God damn, why do I have to pee AGAIN> I am calling my doctor in the morning.
Day 3
9:25 AM: I throw on a pair of jeans today (fancy, I know) and go to breakfast to fuel up for the busiest day of my week. I have oatmeal and an egg-white omelet every single morning with a side of fruit. Today, since I woke up feeling a tiny bit ill, yet again, I throw some tea into my normal routine. The only thing getting me through my exam, class and two meetings is the fact that I am sleeping at C’s tonight because my first class is canceled in the morning. I can do this!
2:00 PM: Exam, classes, and meeting all down!
3:30 PM: My only “relaxing” part of my day today is therapy, which is mandatory “me time” and honestly quite enjoyable. I started going for various reasons of jealousy issues, anxiety of an abusive past boyfriend, and just the overall stressors of life. It’s a nice hour to see another perspective of different things happening. And, she has a particularly calming presence and I feel relaxed and clear minded walking out of there. Even being a psych major, I was so against going for so long, but I give it a 10/10 recommend now.
4:30 PM: I walk out of therapy to a slew of texts from my roommate saying her boyfriend had FINALLY texted her after he had been ignoring her for a week after their break up. I tell her to wait to draft the texts together so she doesn’t make any impulsive mistakes.
4:45 PM: C picks me up from therapy since day lights savings makes it pitch black at 5 o’clock now! I give him extra kisses, since therapy put me in a relaxed mood and I feel extra appreciative of him. Yoga would probably do the same thing but I crave higher intensity workout with sweating and panting. Kinda how I like sex too.
7:30 PM: I am craving a shower and to rip off my jeans and to never wear them for another week. I literally put my face under the steaming shower to get rid of my likely sinus infection and to just become mindless for a second. It’s harder to get alone time in college.
11:30 PM: C picks me up after a busy day waaaaay later then I was expecting so we get back to his place and I pass out after just one episode of Big Mouth. Sleepovers are usually saved for Thursday-Saturday only but this week has had a few exceptions with canceled classes and the fact that we are two very horny pieces of shit.
Day 4
10:00 AM: The sound of my alarm going off shocks me because I never sleep in this late. C turns it off so I know he’s awake and I start trying to get him up to get our days going, but he is lazy and we stay in bed for another 20 minutes.
10:20 AM: I decide nothing will get this lazy loaf out of bed except for morning sex so I start trying to persuade him by giving him head. Then, we start going and something feels… off. Like a switch, I am suddenly so turned off and honestly in a lot of pain. He tries to change to another position and I just say “uhhh, can we just cuddle?” He looks disappointed, but I was hurting.
10:22 AM: “Hi, yes, I was wondering if I could make an appointment with a GYN for today? I think I have a yeast infection.” Great.
3:20 PM: I had no idea you had to be poked and prodded so much to just be tested for a yeast infection. Getting your cervix swabbed was definitely not the highlight of my day.
3:30 PM: I pick up my meds and was very satisfied in knowing that not only would this go away in a matter of days (from just one pill!) but I can also drink on the medication! Let the weekend festivities begin.
3:45 PM: To relieve my stress from a quite busy week, I go to the weight room to lift. It is honestly a great rush to be able to squat more than your boyfriends weighs. And also kind of fun to rub in his face.
10:30 PM: C wanted a night to himself and I needed to get a headstart on studying since I am planning on being drunk the majority of Saturday and I have an exam tomorrow. So we both have a night-in with not a lot of communication. Sometimes when he asks to be by himself I feel like I did something wrong, but every relationship needs a balance of having alone time. I should really be texting of any of my girl friends to hang out, but rewriting my notes and then ending the night with rewatching Gossip Girl sounds so much more appealing.
Day 5
10:55 AM: I hand in my exam with minutes to spare and breathe a sigh of relief. I have no more obligations today, but I still summon up the energy to go to the library for a little since my last class was canceled. I decided today was a “no gym day” since I had the perfect excuse of not having clean gym clothes.
11:30 AM: Thankful that I finally got my period but also crying since now I will have to deal with tampons and having a yeast infection. Yay.
1:30 PM: An hour and a half in the library seemed like three hours so I decided to ask C to pick me up in exchange for a swipe into lunch.
5:30 PM: K and I take fat naps and wake up groggy but ready to go shopping for our monthly friend dinner together. It’s the only time we could all get together and hang out all week.
9:00 PM: Full of tacos and gossip, I am ready to go to sleep after a not very productive nor very eventful day. Tomorrow is a tailgate day and that means getting up at 5:45 AM to take shots. It sounds so unappealing but we do it anyway.
Day 6
4:30 AM: Wide awake from coughing too much, I realize my Benadryl and Sudafed mix did not work out too well tonight. I drink a bunch of water and try to make my coughing as quiet as possible to not wake up K. I keep on dozing off for minutes at a time and waking up to myself coughing all over again. This is just what I needed since I am waking up in an hour and a half.
6:00 AM: I wake up in a panic since I already see K doing her makeup and I have no idea what time it is. I check my phone and realize my alarm never went off and I need to get ready ASAP since my friends were gonna be here in 45 minutes.
7:30 AM: I am frigid, realizing I should’ve thrown on a sweatshirt under my jean jacket. I am already buzzed, after throwing back a couple of shots. It is 45 degrees outside so my friends and I are all sporting sweatshirts/jean jackets and leggings.
10:45 AM: Dancing on the top of a truck to Billboard Top 40 songs after chugging an entire bottle of champagne all before noon is definitely the peak of being a UConn student. UConn PD starts to kick us out but I am damp from the little bit of rain and ready to go back. I try to find C to sit with him on the way back but he was nowhere to be found so I sit with one of my bffs.
11:15 AM: We are leaving the tailgate, but the party hasn’t ended yet. Music is blasting on the bus, everyone is singing and dancing. K is even being hit on (Go K!) and I can’t stop smiling.
11:30 AM: I look over at C to see if he’s having fun, and suddenly I feel sick to my stomach. One of his past kind-of-girlfriends is sitting with him, dancing next to him. The overpowering rage of jealousy was kicking in fast. I ignore it at first and just quietly try to calm myself down but everything that I had learned in therapy escaped my mind. Instead I send C passive aggressive texts, making the situation even worse.
Noon: I get off the bus and don’t even wait for C. I wanted to be as far away from him as I could. He seemed to think the exact same thing by just texting me “See you tonight” as a way of saying “I don’t want to talk to you right now.” I was beyond upset and I didn’t want to leave the fighting for later. I knew that I had overreacted, that he would never cheat on me or do anything to make me not trust him. But I still had that physical pain of jealousy and I needed make that feeling of anxiety go away.
1:30 PM: We decide after calming down that we should go back to his place to talk. Apparently my jealousy had been really affecting our relationship and that he thinks he has been “babying” me too much when it comes to me getting upset about little things all the time. I had no idea he felt this way about everything, so of course, I start to get visibly upset, yet again. I have no idea how to fix this. I feel like I can’t even control my own actions when I get jealous. I was glad that C had addressed that but having it sprung onto me drunk, over text, in public was probably the worst place for that to happen.
4:00 PM: I wake up, being spooned by C. We finished arguing and fell asleep. The pillow was still damp from my tears. We can’t even have makeup sex since I am on my period and have a yeast infection, so I give him “make-up head” instead since I felt like our situation earlier had been mostly my fault.
5:00 PM: I check my phone to see a bunch of missed texts from K about our plans for the night. We are going to rally and go to a party tonight. I had my post-tailgate champagne headache but there was nothing sushi and a lot of water couldn’t fix. C drives me home so I can get ready. I shower and try to wash away all the worries of the day. I was happy that I would be spending a night partying with my friends and then ending up in C’s bed again.