Monday, August 24, 2009


First day of school.
One class.
Not until 230 pm.
Cultural Anthropology.


Last night we had the end all of thunderstorms. It woke me from my silent slumber, literally rattled my windows, and caused my canines to quake with fear. The rain was overwhelming, and had I not been exhausted I'm sure I would have enjoyed it more. As it was, I hadn't been feeling well all day, and was looking forward to a good nights sleep even though there was nothing to wake up for this morning.

.. and that's not to say that I was woken up. 3 times. By varying members of my family. I'm 21. I know my schedule. I have an alarm on my phone. And besides all of that the sign that I've kept up since I've been home has been instructing NOT to wake me up because I can take care of myself.
(1)"Don't you have class today?"
(2)"Hey what time is your first class?"
(3)"You've got school today, don't forget!"

Um yeah. I know that better then you do. And it's not till "2 effing 30" so get the "h" out of my room. It's been years since I've needed anyone to wake me up for.. anything. So why would that all of a sudden change now? Ew. I hate living here. Unless I'm in my room where no one can bug me. So I'm kinda cranky. Because of the lack of sleep. And the annoyance of my family.

I can't wait to go to school. It'll keep me busier. I'm excited about meeting new people and actually doing something instead of straight working. And then I have work tonight so it's going to get hectic here pretty quick. And I'm stoked. ( I hate that word )
It's cold. And gray. Sweats weather.

I'm ready for the adventure.
So bring it.

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