Christ almighty.. It was 2 degrees this morning when I walked to class and 5 degrees when I walked back.
Did I mention Phegan complimented me? And I got all the way back to my dorm before I realized this got a happy sense of satisfaction. Take that Haske, you balding Ass Prof.

Me: *finally digging into part of Tiffany's care package of mini oreos*
Jenny: *Brings out own packs of regular oreos*
Me: *eyes Jenny and slowly moves stolen milk away* Yous be gettin' none of my milk for dippin' yo' cookehs...
Jenny: I don't needs it.
Me: My cookies may be small but theys good fo' dippin'.....

I just got really excited about my classes. I hope things will go well this semester, I'm not taking those stupid blow off classes that they make us take. I just felt really optimistic. I'm taking that english course that will hopefully go well, Writing and Literature. Which is what I liked doing in A.P English, I really didn't care for writing fiction or poetry...gag. I liked writing the essays. Kind of. It was like love hate thing. I just realized something. If I was confident when writing an essay or paper I tended to get like.. a 3. But if I was pretty sure I was going to fail he ended up giving me a 7 or an 8 on the first try! It's like that in drawing. The first and only drawing my prof complimented me on was one that I really didn't like. I think the only reason he liked it because it was all scribbly and he liked sloppy, loose things.............. He likes his drawings like his women HAH

Anyways. I'm excited because I'm taking three art classes and only one english course. I think I should get a job this semester.
I feel anxious about money.
I'm kinda nervous about the whole 3 art classes thing because that's a big work load for someone who rarely finishes things.......... *nervous laugh*

I dunno. I'm finally excited to go back.
Cathy said I should get job conseling. That's a good idea.

I want to learn how to use illustrator, I think I'm gonna try to find some tutorials online...

I feel there's so many things I want to do... I just need to do them.
Make like Nike, yo...

My computer battery is at 9%........
I think I'm done now.

HAHAHAHA Ok. So I'm really content right now and optimistic so I just wanted some way to express that and share the overall contentedness with everyone.
So. This is what I came up with...

CAREBEAR STAREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...And I'm spent.

I'm on the last 30 or so pages of The Amber Spyglass and it's very hard for me to bring myself to read them. I don't really want to cry. So I don't think I'll read anymore for awhile.

It's sort of odd. I keep thinking of how I'll explain. And I don't know how. Thing is, and I'm already aware of this, I don't really need to explain myself to people. But it seems like I should figure it out.

I should also stop blocking/forgeting.

P.S
Voldemort is dead. I think.

Surge of good mood and happiness.
I'm so predictable and easy to please.

"When I think of New York, one work comes to mind -- Safety. Or hobo piss. That's two words."
HAH

Oh. And by the way, Aubrey and I heard this song on the radio the other day. Real song and utterly hilarious. The first few lines remind me of Kenny and Zach.

So sick of the hobos
Always beggin' for change
I don't like how I gotta work
And they just sit around and get paid

I hate all of the people
Who can't drive their cars
Bitch you better get out of the way
Before I, start falling apart

I hate how my wife
Is always up my ass
She always wants to buy brand new things
But I, don't have the cash

(Refrain)
Well I hate my job, all my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end
Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight
I hate my life

How come I never get laid?
Nice guys always lose
How could she have another headache?
There's always some kind of excuse

I still hate my job
My boss is a dick
I don't get paid nearly enough
To put up with all of his shit

-(Refrain)-

-Musical Interlude-

I hate that I can't tell
When a girl's underage
And how when I tell her she's a nice piece of ass
Then her daddy punches me in the face

So if you're pissed like me
Bitches here's what you've gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Go on and say 'Fuck you'

-(Refrain)-

So much at stake
Can't catch a break
I hate my life

No there's nothing new
And it sucks to be you
I fucking hate my life

FUCK

Je elftown is le boring.
Look, French!