coming around and around again
yesterday was considerably fucked up- so really, it was quite normal. i've been ritually parking my car into metered spaces i have no quarters to put into and ritually not getting ticketed, which is a blast. i finally pulled together and exchanged a twenty for quarters to save myself the future suspense of always walking out of class and wondering if i got caught again. but wait, that's not really why my day was so weird- the biggest issues were that i found out my grandmother has parkinson's, and then went home and found out i got into durham. something outstandingly shitty had to balance out the ratio with the fantastic news about durham so i wouldn't be able to be too happy, that's always the way things end up. now i have a new batch of issues i can become agitated about, such as how to accomplish signing up for the classes i want before everyone else does, and the scheme i must map out in two months' time when sales for commuter parking permits start and there is a massive rat race of psychotically competitive student drivers i must get ahead of.
i'm mostly concerned about the classes to take because i don't know what's best to study when i wish to become a humanitarian aid worker slash diplomat slash curator slash translator- but primarily the former. i think. at least today. yes.
i'm having a real bad problem with books; i can never squeeze in enough time to read. i can't believe how many books i've gotten through already this year. soon there will be so many in my room that i will have to walk up and down the piles and make stairs out of them to navigate the premises. if i could figure out a way, i would read when i drive- i've seen it done- how the fuck do people do it? just the other day i almost rear-ended someone because i looked a little too long at a shirtless young man in a store doorway. if i was caught up in some plot twist, i don't think i would look the fuck up in time for anything. anyway, i'm an addict and i keep wanting to mention books here but then there's always that pissant who is going to blow the cover on a plotline of a book i haven't gotten to yet and i will henceforth have to type out angry cyber gesticulations.
is anyone else taking or has taken a logic class?
i'm mostly concerned about the classes to take because i don't know what's best to study when i wish to become a humanitarian aid worker slash diplomat slash curator slash translator- but primarily the former. i think. at least today. yes.
i'm having a real bad problem with books; i can never squeeze in enough time to read. i can't believe how many books i've gotten through already this year. soon there will be so many in my room that i will have to walk up and down the piles and make stairs out of them to navigate the premises. if i could figure out a way, i would read when i drive- i've seen it done- how the fuck do people do it? just the other day i almost rear-ended someone because i looked a little too long at a shirtless young man in a store doorway. if i was caught up in some plot twist, i don't think i would look the fuck up in time for anything. anyway, i'm an addict and i keep wanting to mention books here but then there's always that pissant who is going to blow the cover on a plotline of a book i haven't gotten to yet and i will henceforth have to type out angry cyber gesticulations.
is anyone else taking or has taken a logic class?