Stuff
Moving back to Dover after a whopping 2 weeks at home. Ha! The Works is psyched to have me back. Fuck moving shit. I'm all over the place as usual, but that chronic thinking thing I do...well, it pays off when I have contingency plans for everything. Does that make me a flake or an asshole? I know people who would think so, but I'm proud of myself. I still feel like I need to live the rest of my life as some intense adventure, and I'm slowly coming to realize that I can do that. Oh, and I've lost most of my winter fat.
"fun!" - Shannon, who has been ragging on me for leaving since before I even gave the notice.
Got my grades. I'm a 'B' student. B for 'But-he-never-goes-to-class!"
I got a letter from UNH. I'm getting a big, vague scholarship I didn't apply for. It isn't a financial aid thing either, proven by the fact that UNH has been emailing me saying that they won't give me any until I fill out forms or something? I don't know who to thank, since the whole thing is really mysterious. It is for returning students, so I guess someone at UNH wants me to stick around.
Tomorrow I'm going to work on my tan some more.
"fun!" - Shannon, who has been ragging on me for leaving since before I even gave the notice.
Got my grades. I'm a 'B' student. B for 'But-he-never-goes-to-class!"
I got a letter from UNH. I'm getting a big, vague scholarship I didn't apply for. It isn't a financial aid thing either, proven by the fact that UNH has been emailing me saying that they won't give me any until I fill out forms or something? I don't know who to thank, since the whole thing is really mysterious. It is for returning students, so I guess someone at UNH wants me to stick around.
Tomorrow I'm going to work on my tan some more.