It so does, readers. I'm currently in the massive computer lab at the Gunder-Myran building (also home to my English class) typing my fingers away to little stubs on an iMac. Because they were there and I never get to work on a Mac.
This morning, I had no PolySci, so this left me with a lot of time to kill. So, I went over to Starbucks and got myself a frapucinno, however the hell you spell that. Word of advice: Starbucks is a money-sucking douche. $4 for a 12-oz coffee shake thingy. Do that every day and it comes to $20 a week. I'm too lazy to continue doing the math, so do it yourself if you plan on doing the whole SarbUCKS thing (take away the lowercase letters to reveal a hidden message).
I went to get my bus at the transit center afterward. I waited for like twenty minutes without a form of entertainment. Once it arrived and I got on, two people did odd things. One: some old guy was talking to himself and letting out a high-pitched hyena laugh every minute or so. Yeah, a little creepy. Two: a kid with the whole gangsta look going on had taken a pick old ladies use to comb their hair and stuck it in the back of his head and left it there. Not to sound racist or anything, but both people were negros.
I arrived at school without any other problems, and went to science class. I was, needless to say, dismayed when I found out I needed an actual binder for the class. I'd already gone out and bought a notebook and folder for each class. They were decent things, too. Thankfully, it was my dad's money. I guess I could just hold onto them until next semester when I don't have to conform to their idea of "organized."
At lunch, I ate with J-u, who I met at orientation, and a pair of girls she introduced my to as C and L. ROFL, there's a detective in a manga I read who goes by "L." This blog is going to be fun, I can already tell. I'm a poet and don't know it. *shot*
If you told me a year ago that I'd spend this school year eating from a vending machine, I wouldn't have believed you. If I only knew.
In math, I remembered that anything "logical, rational" absolutely bores me to tears. If you didn't get the quotation marks, my teacher used that phrase so many times it's not even funny. Or is it? Let's just say that if I were a number, I'd be pi. I also need to use a binder for this class. Another notebook/folder duo wasted. *head/desk*
English was fun. We played a little "name game" and couldn't stop joking around. I enjoyed it, everyone else (teacher included) enjoyed it, win-win situation. I can use my notebook-folder duo. :) I got my first assignment today. I have to come up with a ten-point table of contents for the story of my life and then write one of those chapters. Only the list is due tomorrow, so I can procrastinate a little bit. ;) I admit, it's a pretty cool assignment.
I also learned another important lesson today: wear comfortable shoes! I wore some fairly new ballet flats today, and I've now got blisters on the back of my heels that are lookin' pretty nasty. I'm wearing my moccasins tomorrow for sure.
Tomorrow, comb-kid from the bus ride is going to find his picture plastered over Facebook. I mean, really? Is that a fashion statement or a mistake? J-u says it's a mistake. I don't blame her one bit.
Well, I'd better go buy myself a couple binders at the bookstore. With my own money. My God, the walk from the bus stop to Mom's office is gonna totally suck. Learn from my mistakes, people. Now to end on an optimistic note: I only have an obese textbook for math, all the others are either nonexistent or too small to matter. ^_^
Peace out, folks.
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