I'm reluctant in many ways from thinking - let alone speaking - of the words. I am bored. Spending my nights watching The Sopranos may be the highlight of the night...then I realize it is 2 am and I'm watching the fucking Sopranos. Quarter #9 is chugging along at Cal Poly, and it has become a wolf in sheep's clothing. Easy schedule, check. No morning classes, check. Lots of sleep, check. Online classes, double check. Yet, because of some minute form of blackmail, I gotta bust my ass this quarter. A turn of luck got me in 2 classes taught by the same professor, and anything other than an A will just not cut it. In fact, as the opportunity knocks me on my head, all of my grades must be an A. Ya, I know, quit being some fucking school snob who just worries too much about their grades. But all of these classes are just in your face EASY! There is one design course that will require mucho studying on my part, but the rest is just all about focus. Wasting time will definitely kill me. There is just something nagging inside of me that says I gotta fucking show everyone what the fuck I can do. First time I have a quarter with no work at all, and I gotta take advantage of it. (mind my language, please)
I'll save the rest until tomorrow.
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