ah the truth: FI fucking U
so when i first enrolled at FIU (roughly one year ago) i wasn't expecting much due to my part high school, part summer program classes of death. when i enrolled officially as a college student i started getting a bit more nervous. first of all, i don't drive. can i give you an excuse? probably. would any of them really apply to my current driving situation? nope. not a single fucking one.
back to the point:
so i'm in college and i'm like yay i have scholarships and bullshit and i don't have to pay for anything and i don't even have to pay for my books because they give me money left over. yadda yadda. i'm really lucky, i know i am. but i'm so fucking bored on campus half of the time that i would rather go to some whole in the wall school for less money and less scholarships with actual people rather than asshole zombies at FIU. has anyone ever tried to talk to someone beside them in their classes. wait, let me rephrase: has anyone ever tried to talk to their fellow student at FIU?
it's like pulling nails out of someone's asshole.
its a brick wall, a piece of toast, like talking to a vagina. they don't make conversation in return they just squish some kind of answer in return that is suppose to satisfy me for the next twelve fucking hours of class. mind you i love classes. i'm actually into the whole education aspect of this 'university' but where the fuck is the social life? if someone points me to GC or to some brainless frat fucks then i'll shoot myself. that is not social. that is.. i don't even know a word for it. its talking to another vagina that’s what it is.
there are people in the library with burritos and bags of doritos and chips. i'm so hungry. i'm trying this new diet (which is completely ruined every time i go to work) where i basically starve myself two days out of the week. so far its been useless because i just eat like a mother when i wake up the next day or better yet, when i can't take it any longer and buy overpriced pizza and lunch fucking meat sandwiches. oh yeah and the buffet here. its cool for like the hour you sit there and stuff your face, but after that. its just dirty trays and yuck.
yuck. yuck. yuck.
ARGH. i have two hours between classes. two fucking hours and then three classes back to back to back. and for each back to back class i walk across campus. and i mean across campus. now all you assholes at home are probably thinking "yeah whatever she walks across campus." i don't just 'walk across campus' i walk across campus eight fucking times a day. that’s sixteen times a week. through rain and cancerous sunshine and the whole nine yards. so even if i was to meet someone.. i'm so fucking tired and sweaty and just god damn ugly that they would run away. that and my brain is fried anyways.
so thank you, listeners, for tuning in and reading up on my shitty college experience.
i'm moving to gainesville and i'm never speaking to anyone again. i cannot possibly afford to remember this black cloud in the future.
back to the point:
so i'm in college and i'm like yay i have scholarships and bullshit and i don't have to pay for anything and i don't even have to pay for my books because they give me money left over. yadda yadda. i'm really lucky, i know i am. but i'm so fucking bored on campus half of the time that i would rather go to some whole in the wall school for less money and less scholarships with actual people rather than asshole zombies at FIU. has anyone ever tried to talk to someone beside them in their classes. wait, let me rephrase: has anyone ever tried to talk to their fellow student at FIU?
it's like pulling nails out of someone's asshole.
its a brick wall, a piece of toast, like talking to a vagina. they don't make conversation in return they just squish some kind of answer in return that is suppose to satisfy me for the next twelve fucking hours of class. mind you i love classes. i'm actually into the whole education aspect of this 'university' but where the fuck is the social life? if someone points me to GC or to some brainless frat fucks then i'll shoot myself. that is not social. that is.. i don't even know a word for it. its talking to another vagina that’s what it is.
there are people in the library with burritos and bags of doritos and chips. i'm so hungry. i'm trying this new diet (which is completely ruined every time i go to work) where i basically starve myself two days out of the week. so far its been useless because i just eat like a mother when i wake up the next day or better yet, when i can't take it any longer and buy overpriced pizza and lunch fucking meat sandwiches. oh yeah and the buffet here. its cool for like the hour you sit there and stuff your face, but after that. its just dirty trays and yuck.
yuck. yuck. yuck.
ARGH. i have two hours between classes. two fucking hours and then three classes back to back to back. and for each back to back class i walk across campus. and i mean across campus. now all you assholes at home are probably thinking "yeah whatever she walks across campus." i don't just 'walk across campus' i walk across campus eight fucking times a day. that’s sixteen times a week. through rain and cancerous sunshine and the whole nine yards. so even if i was to meet someone.. i'm so fucking tired and sweaty and just god damn ugly that they would run away. that and my brain is fried anyways.
so thank you, listeners, for tuning in and reading up on my shitty college experience.
i'm moving to gainesville and i'm never speaking to anyone again. i cannot possibly afford to remember this black cloud in the future.