back to school, back to school to prove to dad i'm not a fool. i've got my lunch bag packed, got my shoes tied tight. i hope that i don't get in a fight.

hell-ooooo september! you've been busy so far, what with making me work and all. but now you've simmered down to a light boil and all i've got left are a few shifts a week at my hellacious employment and school.

school. ugh.

today was my first day back in the hallowed halls of my chosen post-secondary school. after dropping almost as much as i spent in vegas on school books i doubt i'll ever touch save for one or two, i proceeded to make my way around the school and see the people. they all look the same. i flirted with the rec guy because that's what i do. scowled at the cafeteria staff and the people milling about at the tables, taking up valuable loner space with their backpacks and laptops and friends. all of my friends have classes earlier than i do so i'm there by myself most of the time. suits me fine.
sat in class, realized i'm not that intelligent for the umteenth time in my life, surrounded by people far more intouch with both sides of their brains than i am. my history class seems daunting but i want to do it so i can prove i'm not a fool (ha... yes) but also because i'm sure it's a requirement somewhere. i'm not a history major but i'll get that history minor if it kills me. i think i need an art history in there somewhere but that's for later.

i have to write a 1000-word essay on a 588-page book for said history class. 1000 WORDS!!! i'd want to write at least 1400 words, just to justify the weeks i'd spent reading the behemoth. i'd feel accomplished had i had to write something of substance. i think i've almost written a thousand words in here already... however will i write a book review on a fucking 588 page book??!? riddle me that, fucking dr. anderson. WHY PROFS FEEL IT NECESSARY TO ASK THAT YOU CALL THEM DR. WHATEVER WILL NEVER MAKE SENSE TO ME. IT'S PRETENTIOUS. I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK IF YOU HAVE YOUR PH.D. DON'T MAKE ME CALL YOU 'DOCTOR' AND I WON'T MAKE YOU CALL ME SKIPPER, deal?

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck just make it through: one down six more to go. right??

aside from all of the academia, this fall is a busy one. i don't think i've ever gotten a day planner and actually had things to fill it up with.
tomorrow is JOAN MO'FUCKIN JETT! and aerosmith, but JOAN JETT! sttttooookkkkeeeddd
september 26 is my first soccer game of the fall season, september 27 is the first dodgeball game of the season (and i'll remember to... what was it? catch? oh, right. i don't know how to do that [fucking dink twiddler!]). october 7 i start the 10k running clinic and that goes into december. besties birthday and maybe coheed and cambria. halloween and subsequent gate crashing of someones wedding in edmonton (i'm still unclear as to what the hell is going on, all i know is that i will be dressed up and possibly going to a wedding reception of someone i've met once; invited by his [hot] cousin-- there is a silver lining to this cloud hahahaha). november 19(?) is the DEATHLY FUCKING HALLOWS PT. 1. november 29 is newyorkian's birthday.
phewf. busy busy busy busy busy busy.

but i doubt i'd have it any other way.

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back to school, back to school to prove to dad i'm not a fool. i've got my lunch bag packed, got my shoes tied tight. i hope that i don't get in a fight.

hell-ooooo september! you've been busy so far, what with making me work and all. but now you've simmered down to a light boil and all i've got left are a few shifts a week at my hellacious employment and school.

school. ugh.

today was my first day back in the hallowed halls of my chosen post-secondary school. after dropping almost as much as i spent in vegas on school books i doubt i'll ever touch save for one or two, i proceeded to make my way around the school and see the people. they all look the same. i flirted with the rec guy because that's what i do. scowled at the cafeteria staff and the people milling about at the tables, taking up valuable loner space with their backpacks and laptops and friends. all of my friends have classes earlier than i do so i'm there by myself most of the time. suits me fine.
sat in class, realized i'm not that intelligent for the umteenth time in my life, surrounded by people far more intouch with both sides of their brains than i am. my history class seems daunting but i want to do it so i can prove i'm not a fool (ha... yes) but also because i'm sure it's a requirement somewhere. i'm not a history major but i'll get that history minor if it kills me. i think i need an art history in there somewhere but that's for later.

i have to write a 1000-word essay on a 588-page book for said history class. 1000 WORDS!!! i'd want to write at least 1400 words, just to justify the weeks i'd spent reading the behemoth. i'd feel accomplished had i had to write something of substance. i think i've almost written a thousand words in here already... however will i write a book review on a fucking 588 page book??!? riddle me that, fucking dr. anderson. WHY PROFS FEEL IT NECESSARY TO ASK THAT YOU CALL THEM DR. WHATEVER WILL NEVER MAKE SENSE TO ME. IT'S PRETENTIOUS. I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK IF YOU HAVE YOUR PH.D. DON'T MAKE ME CALL YOU 'DOCTOR' AND I WON'T MAKE YOU CALL ME SKIPPER, deal?

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck just make it through: one down six more to go. right??

aside from all of the academia, this fall is a busy one. i don't think i've ever gotten a day planner and actually had things to fill it up with.
tomorrow is JOAN MO'FUCKIN JETT! and aerosmith, but JOAN JETT! sttttooookkkkeeeddd
september 26 is my first soccer game of the fall season, september 27 is the first dodgeball game of the season (and i'll remember to... what was it? catch? oh, right. i don't know how to do that [fucking dink twiddler!]). october 7 i start the 10k running clinic and that goes into december. besties birthday and maybe coheed and cambria. halloween and subsequent gate crashing of someones wedding in edmonton (i'm still unclear as to what the hell is going on, all i know is that i will be dressed up and possibly going to a wedding reception of someone i've met once; invited by his [hot] cousin-- there is a silver lining to this cloud hahahaha). november 19(?) is the DEATHLY FUCKING HALLOWS PT. 1. november 29 is newyorkian's birthday.
phewf. busy busy busy busy busy busy.

but i doubt i'd have it any other way.