What the hell kind of Saturday involves taking three tests? Answer: mine. Sadly, I am not even joking. I'm wearing new socks though, so that's slightly consoling. They're nice and soft and unworn and tight, but not too tight, like only a new sock can be. I also believe I've caught myself a cold or something. Either that or my brain is melting from all of the test taking today and is consequently seeping out of my nasal cavaties. Yes, this will make a better story for the doctor. Candy corn is good shit. I recommend it in high doses. I haven't taken a shower yet today. Nor have I eaten. Unless you count that cheese popcorn, and this handful of candy corn. My grammer is suffering at the moment and for that I apologize. I just now decided that if I ever happen to one day open a burger joint, I am going to call the establishment "Cheeseburger Chuck's". No stealing that or I will hunt you down, you dirty bastard. For the record, my name is not Chuck, nor is it Cheeseburger. I think I'm gonna go shower now. However, that means taking my new socks off, and that kinda makes me sad.
Well to start off with, no one packed me a bagged lunch, I wasn't wearing a new outfit, and I didn't get my picture taken looking school ready, all clad with my book-bag and nervous smile. Actually, none of those things every happened to me as a child on the first day of school (seeing as I was number 5 and by that point, who cares?), but it was disappointing none the less. I'm going to skip all of the positive points about our apartment coming together, my probability class which may be easy as well as interestingly fun, and how much I enjoy a certain boy. Instead, I am going to focus all of my attention on the negative, the hell (known to only a select, foolish few) as Analysis. When a professor begins his class with, "I don't know how to make this class fun. It's really hard." [insert ridiculous accent] you know it isn't good. Those aren't very encouraging words, and I don't think the suggestion of "joke time" is going to help to the extent that I desperately need help. Ya see, I used to think I was good at math. It made me feel good when I understood things that my peers did not. However, it is classes like this that crush my self-esteem. They make me think, "Hmm, perhaps I'm not cut out for this whole math major thing, but too damn bad. It's too late. You're screwed up the ass. With a broom handle held by a professor who's name you can barely pronounce. Sucker." These are not the happy thoughts of the sort I used to entertain. School is menace to my mental health. Actually let me rephrase that, seeing as though the whole of school is not the problem. Analysis is a class that was rooted up from the pits of hell to torment me and other math majors alike and plague their spirits. Yes, that sounds much more correct. Did I mention that this semester I have Analysis 1 and next semester it's on to Analysis 2? oh joy
Dear God, I didn't think it could ever be possible, but I think I may actually miss working at that grand small town Burger King. Sure, there were plenty of things to hate about the job, but certain people and certain pay checks will be dearly missed. However, it is good to be back. No matter how much he flatters me and ups my pay, Cheeseburger Chuck ain't got nothin' on a certain premed student. Here's what's on my mind... -The dude who's name I didn't even know for the longest time called me last night wanting to party. Unsure how he got my number, but I saw that one coming. Oh yeah, his name is Shawn. -Logically, I know that getting away from Chris is a good thing right now. The friendly joking was beginning to turn back into flirting. However, I was still a little bummed about leaving him behind. And that makes me feel bad inside for multiple reasons. I just don't know what it is about him. -Little bro is suppose to be my best friend, but he worked so much I barely saw him this summer. the jerk -Starting now, I live with my best friend. As great as it sounds in theory, this is really making me nervous. Ya see, the girl is a neat freak and such. I love her, but she has her moments. Also, we share a bedroom. She has a boyfriend at home that likes to come visit. You can see where this is going. Time will tell who will come out of this all alive. -I'm hungry and just realized that I once again have to fend for myself. No more mom telling me to eat, no more burger king to supply the fries. -Classes start tuesday. dun dun dun. How did this all creep up? -I'm exhausted from all the moving. I think I should go forage for some nurishment and then take a lil' nap. yeah sounds cool
