It is Sunday, the day of rest. I have woken up pretty late today seeing as how I was up til 4:30 watching Independence Day. The first day of school has erupted from the once dormant vacation that my mind decided to take. Now, it is back to a life of schedules, books, and sucking up to professors so I can get an A.
I am extremely angry at the fact that I still do not own a car. There are several cd's that I have been trying to go to the store and buy, and seeing as how I don't have a car, it sucks that I have no way of getting where I need to be going. I know...I know...why don't I take the bus? Because I don't know the bus routes, much less want to sit behind my computer trying to learn the entire map of Austin, TX trying to figure out how to get somewhere, then figure out how to get back.
On the upside, my journalism class is going to be a pretty intensive writing class, which is pretty much what I need to knock me back into my senses. Our first assignment was to start our "autobiography." I think that is a little weird, seeing as how I'm only 21. If I have lived anything worth writing about, I would have already written it, published it, and be living in paradise or traveling all over because that is a void in my life that has still not been filled.
Either way. Cheers to the return of UT! It's going to be hell!
Peace!
