chaosmonkey

It seems somehow that I am a college student. I'm not sure how this happened, or what's going on, or just when I go to class, but I am. I have this vague recollection of being in classes, and learning things -- or having things said by a person standing at the front of the room enter my brain -- but nothing's terribly clear. I'm not sure what's happening, but something must be happening, because I have two tests this week. This madness must end. Ni more textbooks. No more quizzes. No more dimwits wasting time with stupid questions. I have to get a motherfucking degree and stop being a student as soon as possible. It's starting to feel pointless again.

And then there's this whole depression thing. Maybe that's it. It's hard to care about anything when all I want to do is talk to Amelie, and lay around and wait for her to magically appear. And maybe sometimes read comics. Mostly, I want to sleep. Or lay in bed and read comics. Ugh. I hate February.