My Third Day of School.

I think getting less than two hours of sleep last night is finally catching up with me. I didn’t mean to GOTO bed so late. I’ve just been habitually nocturnal. First time I’ve gotten up before noon in a while. Set my alarm for 8:20 so I could shower, eat, and commute to my 9:45 class. *nods* I stuffed myself full of food because I planned on not eating until I returned home after my two evening classes. I want to avoid eating on campus to save money. Namely, mine. *laughs*

I bought my books. *twirls fingers* The shrink-wrapped spanish material was easily the most expensive. I’ll load some of the CD’s onto Roxanne later this evening.

There’s a five and a half hour gap between classes. That’s huge. Thing is, if I go home, I’ll not only waste gas, I’ll probably end up not doing jack shit. Instead, I grabbed my Multi-variable Calculus book, and my spanish shit, and headed to the library. I’m not sure how I managed to waste three hours here. *laughs* Just like old times. Staring of into space half the time. Sometimes realizing, “Oh. I feel like doing something now”, then doing something. Then getting distracted.

It’s always like this at the beginning of a semester. Nothing. To. Do. The only class that’s going to be a challenge this semester is Calc III. Hands-down. There is a definite slowed-down pace from what I’m used to. I try to tell myself that it’s because it’s the first day (of each respective class), but I trust my instincts. Rutgers sodomized me into the ground. Classes where you fell asleep and woke up, there’s a chance you’ll go, “What the fuck is the professor talking about?” Dare I say I miss that? Nonetheless, I’ll try to take my classes seriously.

Maybe it’s because I’m so tired and I keep spacing out, but my watch seems to be flying. Last time I looked, I had two and a half hours to kill until class. Now it’s closer to an hour and a half.

I have a sudden craving for Triscuits.

I managed to park in the most remote parking spot. When I drove in this morning, I noticed a fast filling-up of parking spots. I noticed a spot everybody else seemed to not want. I figured it would be a nightmare to back out of, so I backed into it. I’ve gotten some exercise walking back and forth from there. Hey, I’m not carrying all my damn books around. Maybe when it gets cooler out, I’ll take naps in the van. *laughs* I’M NOT WASTING GAS.

I remember taking Metaphysics a year and a half ago. Now THERE was a class…

Maybe I should make sandwiches for myself so I have a snack. Ha ha. That would be so amusing to do. Food just doesn’t work with me in the morning. It does nothing. It tastes like nothing, and I’m still hungry later in the day. No wonder I forget to eat, it’s as of I’m desensitized to feeling hunger. But right now, man, I could go for some White Castle and some Strawberry Fanta. Or a Stewart’s. And maybe a gentle blowjob. And some Battlefront. And a backrub. I’d swear my shoulders aren’t used to lugging books around.

*yawns*