My dad showed me this book just now. He just got it, and the opening paragraph was enough to get him talkin'. It was pretty good, and seriously, if I wrote a book that had anything to do with death, it would start the same way. It starts something like this:
"I don't believe in God, but I miss him.... When I asked my brother what he thought of that, his reply was: soppy"
Lawls.
What, not good enough? Fine. Doesn't matter.
Today I think I damaged my throat by swallowing cigar smoke the wrong way. But that's just me. Be cool for as long as possible, then turn away and vomit blood. Getting used to it.
Gosh darn it, college is getting tough.
Computer Science has left Microsoft Word and entered the evil formula ridden world of Microsoft Excel. Seems manageable so far though.
Econs homework keeps coming back with really depressing marks. Mostly because I don't believe in doing homework, so I usually bring it to the library one period before class starts. Still doing pretty good at the tests though, so that's fine.
English is well... I never really got back into the English mood. I haven't written a good essay in months. The holidays have made me hate fiction. Every attempt at writing a story ends up with me trying to explain some concept. And subsequently losing marks.
Surprisingly, Maths is getting easier.... I mos def failed my first test, and most probably will fail the retest, but the new topics with trigonometry seem more familiar than the ones with functions.
I don't know why, but I feel very derailed. I can't seem to link my first few weeks of college with the present. Something's wrong. I still feel like I'm new there, but everyone's past introductions. Weird shit.
Oh wells. As long as I can order my cake, get someone to get the ingredients, bake it and spoon-feed it to me, I'll be just fine. Whatever that means.
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