This Love is Fucking Right! by The Pains of Being Pure at Heart
Boxing this morning was great. Actually hit the bag for a little bit. It's the best feeling I can think of, actually smashing my fists into something, over and over again. I can't put it to words. It's just one of those things in lives you have no reason for loving other than the love itself.
Made my schedule for the fall, but it will probably change. Damn, I really fucked up last semester. Damn, I've really been fucking up by not paying attention to what type of classes I'm taking. I definitely have at least two years left. The shortest amount of time it's going to take me to graduate is 5 years. Which, in my opinion, is not that bad.
But there are a couple classes I have to retake. Econ and a science class. And, perhaps ENG 105 because my grade posted online is a 42%, which is actually impossible. I don't even have a grade posted for the last thing we turned in, something worth 80 points (the total for class being 150 something), so I'm gonna have to talk to her about that. That could be the reason behind the low grade.
Being broke right now sucks. I haven't been to Round the Clock in an entire week, which is has transformed from being just a shitty restaurant that I hate into a sort of second home for myself, and Joey. Everyone on the night shift knows us. Seriously. We are a topic of conversation, mainly for a lot of inappropriate antics we've performed there. Most of them, really, REALLY perverted, and most of them bordering the lines of playful and offensive. Well, no. Most of them are WAY off into the offensive category. But we tip big so whoever waits on us loves us, and the Mexicans think we're HILARIOUS.
I really should be finishing up an argument for a class due on Tuesday. But I have half of it done already, and have the whole weekend and a three hour break on Tuesday before that class to finish it up. So I can't really bring myself to do it. Honestly, I wish I could leave right now and if I hadn't missed so much school already I would.
That's about all there is right now. Peace.
Made my schedule for the fall, but it will probably change. Damn, I really fucked up last semester. Damn, I've really been fucking up by not paying attention to what type of classes I'm taking. I definitely have at least two years left. The shortest amount of time it's going to take me to graduate is 5 years. Which, in my opinion, is not that bad.
But there are a couple classes I have to retake. Econ and a science class. And, perhaps ENG 105 because my grade posted online is a 42%, which is actually impossible. I don't even have a grade posted for the last thing we turned in, something worth 80 points (the total for class being 150 something), so I'm gonna have to talk to her about that. That could be the reason behind the low grade.
Being broke right now sucks. I haven't been to Round the Clock in an entire week, which is has transformed from being just a shitty restaurant that I hate into a sort of second home for myself, and Joey. Everyone on the night shift knows us. Seriously. We are a topic of conversation, mainly for a lot of inappropriate antics we've performed there. Most of them, really, REALLY perverted, and most of them bordering the lines of playful and offensive. Well, no. Most of them are WAY off into the offensive category. But we tip big so whoever waits on us loves us, and the Mexicans think we're HILARIOUS.
I really should be finishing up an argument for a class due on Tuesday. But I have half of it done already, and have the whole weekend and a three hour break on Tuesday before that class to finish it up. So I can't really bring myself to do it. Honestly, I wish I could leave right now and if I hadn't missed so much school already I would.
That's about all there is right now. Peace.