Unsafe At Any Speed
Yay for an A- in Math 125. I know, I know, I got a 1300 on my SATs, taking three tries to get an A- in the math class that pretty much everyone passed with flying colors freshman year is not really something I should be that excited about, but you don't understand. I don't go to classes that I don't like. I despise math with all the firey passion of hell, but I got off my ass and went to class pretty much every damned time. That means I've actually gotten it through my head that sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do (i.e. sit through the most boring lectures you could ever imagine) to get to do the things you love (i.e. graduating from college, going to grad school, etc.) So, "yay for an A- in Math 125" really means "yay for finally growing the fuck up".
Its looking like my other grades might be equally awesome. So, I'm feeling rather proud of myself. Now if only I could get my money situation figured out, I might actually be able to relax.
I'm moving to Ohio on Saturday. Saturday, people, that's 48 hours away. My car is a mess, my room is a mess, my thoughts are a mess. I need to really buckle down and get to work on organizing all of these things so that I can get out of here. This time a couple of days ago I thought I was really going to miss Muncie, but I think I've come to the conclusion that I'm looking forward to leaving Muncie behind for a few months. It is going to do me a lot of good to live close to a city again, instead of out here in the middle of nowhere. Pickup trucks with confederate flags on the bumper, white trash, sheep. These are things I can do without, thank you very much. Although I still refuse to admit that Ohio exists, Cincinnati isn't so bad, or at least its as good as could be expected for a city in the middle of a black hole. As you can see, I have mixed feelings about the whole situation. I'm like, yay for money, yay for working somewhere fun, yay for having a chance to mend some family relationships desperately in need of attention, but boo for being away from my friends, and boo for having to move. I guess I don't really spend that much time with my friends as it is, and I suppose moving isn't really all that big of a deal. I mean, if this room were just clean I wouldn't have so much to worry about. So if I just take it one step at a time, if I just clean my room and try not to worry about packing until everything is organized, then it will be way easier than I had expected. Or, maybe if I didn't spend so much time on the fucking internet donig things that are entirely unproductive, I would actually get something done once in a while. Argh.
Its looking like my other grades might be equally awesome. So, I'm feeling rather proud of myself. Now if only I could get my money situation figured out, I might actually be able to relax.
I'm moving to Ohio on Saturday. Saturday, people, that's 48 hours away. My car is a mess, my room is a mess, my thoughts are a mess. I need to really buckle down and get to work on organizing all of these things so that I can get out of here. This time a couple of days ago I thought I was really going to miss Muncie, but I think I've come to the conclusion that I'm looking forward to leaving Muncie behind for a few months. It is going to do me a lot of good to live close to a city again, instead of out here in the middle of nowhere. Pickup trucks with confederate flags on the bumper, white trash, sheep. These are things I can do without, thank you very much. Although I still refuse to admit that Ohio exists, Cincinnati isn't so bad, or at least its as good as could be expected for a city in the middle of a black hole. As you can see, I have mixed feelings about the whole situation. I'm like, yay for money, yay for working somewhere fun, yay for having a chance to mend some family relationships desperately in need of attention, but boo for being away from my friends, and boo for having to move. I guess I don't really spend that much time with my friends as it is, and I suppose moving isn't really all that big of a deal. I mean, if this room were just clean I wouldn't have so much to worry about. So if I just take it one step at a time, if I just clean my room and try not to worry about packing until everything is organized, then it will be way easier than I had expected. Or, maybe if I didn't spend so much time on the fucking internet donig things that are entirely unproductive, I would actually get something done once in a while. Argh.