It's obvious that I hate myself
Tomorrow (I suppose it's really today now) at 7:45am I begin, once again, my persuits in education. Knowing damned well that I would have to be in bed early so I could get up early, my body conspired against me. Somehow or another I woke at 5pm. Yeah. Don't even ask. Apparently I needed 17 hours of straight sleep or something. While this may surprise/shock/awe/disgust some of you, it doesn't surprise me in the least.
It is obvious to me that I secretly hate myself. Every time a new semester comes I ALWAYS sleep late the day before classes, and usually don't sleep the night before classes at all. If I do happen to sleep I may get 3 hours of sleep, tops. So while the rest of the students are staring blankly at the professor while he/she drones on about the syllabus (honestly, mail me the damn thing so I can just learn something on the first day of class) I'm struggling in vain to stay awake. I don't know why I do this to myself, and I never will.
Before you ask it, no, I'm not excited to be going back to school. Despite the fact I transferred in a goodly amount of advanced biology credits, I have to take the university's required biology classes before I can get back to my core. This means that I will be learning things with a bunch of 18-19 year olds who mostly don't give a damn at all (forgive the generalization and ageism). Also, other than the class at hand, I'll have little to nothing in common with these people other than the fact that I too was 18 once, and perhaps I may share the same genitalia with a couple of them. *sigh* I just want my damned degree. I've been in school for too long! Learn from my indecisiveness people.
In knitting news, I've managed to finish nothing on my Irish Mock because I don't have my new needles yet, and the damned addis are really hurting now for some reason (psychosomatic, I'm sure), and I've finished onesock sweater of two that I'll be sending off to someone. Secret picture tomorrow. Or today. Whichever doesn't kill me first.
Michelle tagged me for that 5 strange things meme. Combining the power of laziness along with the inability to disappoint, I'll be linking to it in my other blog here. As I've already tagged 5 people before, you are all off the hook. ;-)
It is obvious to me that I secretly hate myself. Every time a new semester comes I ALWAYS sleep late the day before classes, and usually don't sleep the night before classes at all. If I do happen to sleep I may get 3 hours of sleep, tops. So while the rest of the students are staring blankly at the professor while he/she drones on about the syllabus (honestly, mail me the damn thing so I can just learn something on the first day of class) I'm struggling in vain to stay awake. I don't know why I do this to myself, and I never will.
Before you ask it, no, I'm not excited to be going back to school. Despite the fact I transferred in a goodly amount of advanced biology credits, I have to take the university's required biology classes before I can get back to my core. This means that I will be learning things with a bunch of 18-19 year olds who mostly don't give a damn at all (forgive the generalization and ageism). Also, other than the class at hand, I'll have little to nothing in common with these people other than the fact that I too was 18 once, and perhaps I may share the same genitalia with a couple of them. *sigh* I just want my damned degree. I've been in school for too long! Learn from my indecisiveness people.
In knitting news, I've managed to finish nothing on my Irish Mock because I don't have my new needles yet, and the damned addis are really hurting now for some reason (psychosomatic, I'm sure), and I've finished one
Michelle tagged me for that 5 strange things meme. Combining the power of laziness along with the inability to disappoint, I'll be linking to it in my other blog here. As I've already tagged 5 people before, you are all off the hook. ;-)
posted by Bobby at 3:13 AM
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