The Español Argument.

I had finally gotten myself out to the van and started it. I rolled forward into the sun slightly, and let the engine warm up. I contemplated going randomly driving. I recognized, “What would that solve? One day of randomness won’t make a goddamn difference.” I had already skipped my first class, as it was the class depressing me. I told myself I’d GOTO Spanish and the class afterwards. I found myself not wanting to GOTO spanish, either.

I still felt like shit, but logically recognized that something wasn’t quite right. I like my profesora! There’s that cute girl that sits in front of me! (Her name is Kristy.) You know what I got in the test? I got a ninety-nine. Why in the world would I skip a class when I got a NINETY-NINE ON THE LAST TEST. I laughed out loud, and put the van in gear.

Profesora was cheerful as always. We went over the past tense today. I hate the past tense – but I think it’ll stick with me easier this time around. Kristy tends to look back at me. Because I tend to talk to myself and otherwise do weird things. She asked if I was in a bad mood. I love female empathetic tendencies. I nodded and said yes – and otherwise saw no way to elaborate.

Profesora has stuff to do, so she tore through the past tense and let us out early. I’ll GOTO Child Psych. I will. I’ll GOTO Hackettstown later and return the movie Cliff lent me that’s apparently on Liz’s card. Heh. Not a problem.

I have to find some mantras that work on me. Something, anything. I can’t squander another weekend away. Time will catch up with me eventually.