School, Work, Schoolwork, Work, School

I'm falling into the routine. And by falling, I mean hard. There are very few things that are predictably and constantly on my mind, not many of which pertain to my course load this semester.

I reiterate that I'm ready to move out of gen.-ed. and 100-level classes. I know I have a while until I actually achieve that goal, but that's basically my only recurring thought which is actually relevant to school.

Once again my thoughts almost always point to the future. To things I want today but cannot ascertain; to actions I want to commit but for which the rest of the world is not ready. I guess I shouldn't say world. Just some extended persons. Some people in my world.

This blog made a quick turn from a fun, sarcastic outpour of humor to a sophomoric outpour of my inhibitions, which is exactly what I didn't want. However, seeing as how I don't feel that I can change that now, I guess I'm stuck with it.

I take a small bit of comfort in knowing that as much as I do release my emotions, worries, doubts, and fears, I use enough ambiguity so that I can read over my posts and recall, but others may not be able to.

On a more direct note,

I worked 14 out of the 24 hours from 4 pm Monday - 4 pm today.Tomorrow will be the third day in a row this week that I'll have woken up at 7. I know you high schoolers will be like "oh, but David I have to get up at six [or earlier] every day!" Oh well. Some day you won't have class til 10, like most college kids, and when you have to wake up at 7 you'll hate it too.

Seriously, who doesn't hate waking up at 7 in the morning?

Well, my dad.

Anyway.

Tomorrow I have four straight hours of sitting in an uncomfortable chair listening to words that have no practical application in my life. I'm pretty excited.

I hope at least one of you has a spectacularly awesome day tomorrow. Something out of the ordinary needs to happen, and soon. I'm in need of good news.

Truly,

David