rogueboy

Time for a new entry.

My picture is more of a scarecrow than a Look-I'm-Beautiful-Love-Me picture. So OF COURSE it's not an attractive picture of me. I pressed my face against a frickin scanner pane for crying out loud. Notice how the right lens of my glasses cut off. That's from me moving my face during the SLOW scanning process. The picture is my BEWARE OF DOG sign.

I woke up and thought it was Monday, and dread consumed me until I realized it was only Sunday, and thus felt better.

bebop asks me last night why I don't just ask Elaine at Border's out. Well, why don't you THINK? Easier said than done. She may have a boyfriend, and she may not even like me all that much, for all anyone knows. I mean, we can talk and she's nice to me, but she WORKS there. Of COURSE she's gonna be nice. I just don't know. I've been rather reserved around her recently and just need to loosen up a bit. I was much more forward with her when I first met her.

My classes are not as hard as I feared. For a moment I forgot the exact titles of my classes: Intro to MIS, Commerce, etc. Some of these classes ARE hard, but some of them can't be that bad: I'm thinking back to my Honors College days when lots of reading and intellectualism were required. This is more like my Spanish classes and Film classes where EVERYONE had a double digit IQ and ANYONE who paid attention and turned in their basic homework assignments could pass the class.

I'm not so nervous now. I can hardly wait. You could call this a Bionicfemme-like mood swing.

I am about to waste a Sunday. Cheers.