Hey
You know I totally forgot about live journal. The other day (2:00 in the morning) I was thinking of where to web surf cuz' I was bored and the url just typed it's self.
Anyway......college is like enjoyable torture (no, I'm not a masochist). I love it, but it's slowly killing me. I don't sleep and I don't eat, but everything we're doing is wicked exciting (except for art history *yawn*). The only problem I've been having is that I'm living at home, which may not be as bad as I think. I get fed well when I seldom eat, and I'm sleeping in my own bed. I have to take the bus to school which means waiting, and paying (a dollar a ride both ways adds up). It also means that I'm isolated from the other students, making friends has been tough. It's tough to concentrate on my work when I'm at home as well with my sister and mother going at it and running willy nilly.
Life is good, no matter how much I complain, life is still good.
Anyway......college is like enjoyable torture (no, I'm not a masochist). I love it, but it's slowly killing me. I don't sleep and I don't eat, but everything we're doing is wicked exciting (except for art history *yawn*). The only problem I've been having is that I'm living at home, which may not be as bad as I think. I get fed well when I seldom eat, and I'm sleeping in my own bed. I have to take the bus to school which means waiting, and paying (a dollar a ride both ways adds up). It also means that I'm isolated from the other students, making friends has been tough. It's tough to concentrate on my work when I'm at home as well with my sister and mother going at it and running willy nilly.
Life is good, no matter how much I complain, life is still good.