Wow, I haven’t published anything in a while!
I’ve gone back to school, but I unfortunately am observing my bad habits reincarnating themselves this semester. Things like not doing homework. *Slaps own wrist*
The first day of class, we had rain out the wazoo. It flooded two of our oldest buildings (it happens often), and my night class (Drawing) had to be canceled. My drawing teacher is cute, but he’s straight =/
I’m also taking Circuits (Yuk!), Databases (I’ll get an A with any luck), and Microprocessors (hopefully not as bad as I thought it was going to be). After this quarter, Drawing will end, and I’ll be taking some philosophy course and Art Appreciation. Did I mention that I’m now an art minor?
I need a planner badly.
I’m beginning to realize how much I love night classes. You get a whole bunch of information at once; it’s very fast paced. I like this because I have ADD and get bored pretty quickly with different subjects. I wish to God my circuits class was at night instead of at 9:30 =/
The first weekend after classes, I got drunk off of wine, which was not a good idea. I seemed to retain all forms of balance and speech, but lost it when it came to eyesight and facial expressions. I’ll never do that again. That night, one of the lesbians, Gopher, tried to set me up with someone. To all gay men: NEVER let a lesbian try to set you up with someone. The guy turned out to be a two.
Allow me to clarify: I rate people on a scale from one to five. If you’re a five, it means I’ll jump on you. If you’re a one, you better not talk to me. I consider myself a four ;)
I didn’t realize he wasn’t so endowed with good looks until the next day, but there was a chance that night that this potentially cute guy would come over to the house I was drinking at. So Gopher tried to give me a hair cut.
She messed it up so bad, that I had to get my friend Ashley to fix it for me. Ashley had to give me a mohawk to get rid of the bald spot on the right side of my face.
And then to top everything off, last Saturday the guy who I thought I was going to date showed up out of the blue, and he hit on me hardcore. Like, “I want to tap that”, and, “Do ears turn you on” he says as he rubs my earlobe. What the hell? Oh, and get this, he had really bad sex earlier that day. TWO HOURS EARLIER. This boy was horny off the bad sex and wanted something better. Well fuck you too. I’m not going to be your rebound booty call.
He better not say anything to me at the club this weekend.
Oh, speaking of which, my friend Peach got a job at the club I was designing the website for. They still haven’t sent me any of their stuff for me to complete it =/
Well, that about catches you people up on my life. Maybe I’ll have a better week next week?
