Glasses
I want to start this post off with a quote from one of my favorite movies, Jeux d'Enfants. The main character says, "Friends are like glasses, they make you look smart, but eventually they scratch and get bored with them." Well, if you replace friends with college life, the saying still holds. I don't know what happened. The magic wore off and now all the feelings that I should have felt at the beginning are rising up. I dunno.
Calc was amazingly boring like usual, so I decided to journal instead of listening to DelGreco babble on about the origins of the definite integral for arc length:
Why have people been looking at me all day? I mean, there isn't anything different about me than before; I know that for sure. But seriously, what is it? Anyway, this guy is crazy. KrAzY! What is his deal? He most definitely wears the same outfit every day. He is invincible; he got hit with a truck a couple weeks ago and walked away with a scratch. I'm thinking that he is a real life cartoon character. I mean, what other explanation is possible? He teaches class, rarely calls on people, grades the homework without mercy (well, in this case I am being too harsh because he has a grader). He is DEFINITELY no Mr Becvar. No one get even close to being as good as Mr Becvar. On a lighter note, I got all my serious stuff done today (i.e. ticket, Thomas' b'day presents) so now I feel like I have a huge load off my shoulders. On a heavier note I am like 7 chapters behind on International Politics. I might go home, take a nap, and then start reading my ass off. I am excited for MPeep (JP's sibster) to come tomorrow. That means that I might get to sit through honors lecture and see what all the fuss is about. Why is M. Pomme looking around like someone is out to get him? Whatev. Seriously, all the cute people in this school do not phase me anymore. They did for like 3 weeks, but now they are normal people...except hotter. I miss Maddy so much, like A LOT!! I just do. She may not be a good friend sometimes, but I don't care because she is the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Speaking of friends, I am going to miss JP and Jenna and everyone over Turkey Break....
And it ends there. I know, random stuff, but all relevant.
Calc was amazingly boring like usual, so I decided to journal instead of listening to DelGreco babble on about the origins of the definite integral for arc length:
Why have people been looking at me all day? I mean, there isn't anything different about me than before; I know that for sure. But seriously, what is it? Anyway, this guy is crazy. KrAzY! What is his deal? He most definitely wears the same outfit every day. He is invincible; he got hit with a truck a couple weeks ago and walked away with a scratch. I'm thinking that he is a real life cartoon character. I mean, what other explanation is possible? He teaches class, rarely calls on people, grades the homework without mercy (well, in this case I am being too harsh because he has a grader). He is DEFINITELY no Mr Becvar. No one get even close to being as good as Mr Becvar. On a lighter note, I got all my serious stuff done today (i.e. ticket, Thomas' b'day presents) so now I feel like I have a huge load off my shoulders. On a heavier note I am like 7 chapters behind on International Politics. I might go home, take a nap, and then start reading my ass off. I am excited for MPeep (JP's sibster) to come tomorrow. That means that I might get to sit through honors lecture and see what all the fuss is about. Why is M. Pomme looking around like someone is out to get him? Whatev. Seriously, all the cute people in this school do not phase me anymore. They did for like 3 weeks, but now they are normal people...except hotter. I miss Maddy so much, like A LOT!! I just do. She may not be a good friend sometimes, but I don't care because she is the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Speaking of friends, I am going to miss JP and Jenna and everyone over Turkey Break....
And it ends there. I know, random stuff, but all relevant.
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