Excitement is a feeling of elevation, a high almost.. almost. I don't understand how people could be excited about attending classes again.. as if high school wasn't enough of an experience that you would be excited about 4-5+ more years of this garbage. I left the house at 7:50.. morning traffic. It sucks. Traffic sucks. I hate traffic. Parked far away, it was the only spot open..
And then it all started sinking in again. Taking notes, "paying attention".. I'm so poor now.. I can't even afford to pay attention! Calculus, I found out, is really hard, especially if you haven't taken any sort of PRE-REQ class. I'm suprised I got into the damn class in the first place, and I suprise myself even further for attempting to take and pass it. As I crack open my brand new book and review chapter 1 (1-1, 1-2).. it dawns on me. This is gonna be one fucking hard quarter!
Already, I've begun to feel lethargic and lazy.. procastination is a sweet feeling until you reach climax and are greeted with the realization that you just FUCKED yourself over. Heh. I'm starting to procastinate on this homework that I technically don't have to do but should do since I don't understand shit. Instead of doing it, I sit here typing away to update my one fan of my current life situation. I'm sad to see summer go, but.. eh? This will be interesting.. Its almost suspenseful, seeing how things will turn out for me.
Bah! Back to Calculus. :x
Oh.. and my camera is cool.
Both of them.