I feel like I’ve hit this very ritualistic pattern (redundant, forgive me) in my life. I wake up, I take a shower, I make some jokes, I check my email, I read Perez, I read some book of the moment (currently it’s The Audacity of Hope), I watch some tv, either get on a bus or the metro, and I either go to school or work, where I deal with the bullshit of humanity and suffocate with distress; then I go home and watch a movie, read a bit, eat a little, and fall asleep. And it never stops.
I just finally finished with my first semester of “college,” no matter how people may deny it but its true, it’s not like the big four year schools, it’s just not. And although I was slightly underwhelmed by my course load, and just a little unimpressed by the teachers I had (I hope for the better this semester), I made some very nice friends, and have had quite a few laughs along the way. And I also met a few assholes.
Work has just been alright. I enjoy what I do, and enjoy the people whom I work with for the most part. Except for one. Oh, except for one. I’ll give details away later. She’s quite the blog and a half, I tell you.
Greg burnt his thumb, that’s about the most exciting thing that has happened to me this past week, I don’t mean I enjoyed his burn-rather that it was the most eventful thing this week.
And I finally saw Superbad. I told you I was watching a bunch of movies.
le blog. 