GAAHAAAAAAAABEEEEEEHEEE!
I haven't updated since i've been in college. Jesus H.F.B.N.R. Christ. Yes, that's right--since I last updated, Jesus acquired five middle names. Why, you ask? I don't know. Ask him. I tried, and he pointed me to the water fountain. I still don't know what that means...
I'm insanely busy. I have twelve hours of classes every Monday, eleven of activities/classes on Tuesday, nine on Wednesday, ten on Thursday, and seven on Friday (my easiest day). The school is only crediting my seventeen hours for that. Hrm...not that i'm looking to pay more, but, uh...I think that's a foul, school.
Also--college relationships of all kinds are so different from those in high school--I know almost six million people (I know it's a big number that I can't count to, so I had an earth-knome do it for me) and everyone gets along so well! Most of my classes are a lot of fun (I don't think i've ever had a teacher who made history so interesting/compelling!) and the professors are reasonable people.
College is great! I'm not even overstressed about any--*explosion in the dorm and Jacob (goes by Jake in college, now) lies paralyzed on a lunch table).
College Guy A: "Whoa, I think that guy just exploded in the middle of a livejournal entry!"
College Guy B: "Dude...can he do that?"
College Guy A: "Uhh...I...dude, we're in college, right?"
College Guy C: "ROCK AND ROLL!"
College Guy B: "Yeah...yeah we are."
College Guy A: "Oh, well, it's prob one of those Christian Frats, then."
College Guy B: "Oh...bummer for him, dying and all."
College Guy A: "Yeah, pretty teacherous, that group."
Ja(cob/ke), regaining consciousness: "Uhhh...actually, i'm feeling pretty ok..."
*projectile college bottle of alcohol beverage wrapped in six or seven bras comes flying into Jake's head*
*Jake again lies motionless on the ground, like a defeated mongoose*
College Guy A: "Oh, that's right, it's Thursday, isn't it?"
College Guy B: "Yeah...let's go back to our room and get plastered enough to spit Q-tips at our professors."
College Guy A: "Totally."
Fin.
I'm insanely busy. I have twelve hours of classes every Monday, eleven of activities/classes on Tuesday, nine on Wednesday, ten on Thursday, and seven on Friday (my easiest day). The school is only crediting my seventeen hours for that. Hrm...not that i'm looking to pay more, but, uh...I think that's a foul, school.
Also--college relationships of all kinds are so different from those in high school--I know almost six million people (I know it's a big number that I can't count to, so I had an earth-knome do it for me) and everyone gets along so well! Most of my classes are a lot of fun (I don't think i've ever had a teacher who made history so interesting/compelling!) and the professors are reasonable people.
College is great! I'm not even overstressed about any--*explosion in the dorm and Jacob (goes by Jake in college, now) lies paralyzed on a lunch table).
College Guy A: "Whoa, I think that guy just exploded in the middle of a livejournal entry!"
College Guy B: "Dude...can he do that?"
College Guy A: "Uhh...I...dude, we're in college, right?"
College Guy C: "ROCK AND ROLL!"
College Guy B: "Yeah...yeah we are."
College Guy A: "Oh, well, it's prob one of those Christian Frats, then."
College Guy B: "Oh...bummer for him, dying and all."
College Guy A: "Yeah, pretty teacherous, that group."
Ja(cob/ke), regaining consciousness: "Uhhh...actually, i'm feeling pretty ok..."
*projectile college bottle of alcohol beverage wrapped in six or seven bras comes flying into Jake's head*
*Jake again lies motionless on the ground, like a defeated mongoose*
College Guy A: "Oh, that's right, it's Thursday, isn't it?"
College Guy B: "Yeah...let's go back to our room and get plastered enough to spit Q-tips at our professors."
College Guy A: "Totally."
Fin.