Here I sit, in the computer lab between classes. Yes, school has finally started. I'm happy, but I'm also a little depressed. I'm already exhausted. It fucking sucks that my first day of school is also my 5:00AM-9:00PM day ... that's a fourteen-hour day ... do I have time to study on Tuesdays? No, better fucking forget it. We got out of class early tonight - well, for Teaching Science .. about an hour and fifteen minutes early. I'm very tired. Classes seem to be all right ... for those I'm able to focus through. Last night, we had an ice cream social - that's where new students - freshmen and transfers - can come to sign up for and/or meet members of different clubs and organizations on campus. I couldn't believe it, but we actually had a LOT of people sign up for the Players - about fifty-fifty in the gender category!!! I was stoked. Oh my fucking god ... did I just say "stoked?" Yes, Seth. Yes, you did. Cool. Why the fuck am I talking to myself. I made a semi-new friend last night. I even saw him today. And talked to him for a while - I found out that he's from Owensboro, too - and yeah, he's fucking cool - but I used the word "semi" because, well, I don't really ... remember his name. And for some reason he's developed a knack for calling me "Squee" ... I've no idea why. *looks down at his black and grey "Squee" shirt* Ahem. Moving on. So ... I keep wanting to call this guy Rocky - I don't know why, really ... it could be his name and I'm subconsciously remembering it ... I don't know. Anyway, he likes Jesus Christ Superstar. Has the soundtrack in his car ... whoa, that rhymed. Met a kid last night named Joey. He was pretty cool ... a little annoying, but cool nonetheless. I thought, at first, that he was, like, 16 or 17, and that he was a very young freshman or whatever ... no, he's 13 and taking college Chemistry and Approaching Literature ... Damn. Just ... damn. He did some really crazy spazzy thing with his eyes where he made them all jiggly. Apparently, he was hit by a car while riding his bike, and hit the back of his head, and suddenly was able to do that. I think it looks freaky. However, he has a knack for telling personal shit about himself, though - like the fact that he takes speed legally. That's how he put it. "I take legal Speed." Telling that to a former speed addict ... and someone who puts his foot down when it comes to drugs ... not exactly winning brownie points there. Anyway. My doctor put me on this high-protein diet, so now I'm supposed to have a lot of energry or something ... or something. Well, I'm sure I would if only I could, you know, get enough sleep at night. My body's still adjusting to the new scehdule. I don't get it. I came home late last night ... I was in bed by 10:30 ... I don't get it ... why did it take me until after midnight to finally fall asleep? I thought I was going to fall asleep on the very ride home. Something just isn't right with me. I'm a freak, yeah ... freak freak, freaky freaky goth freak ... as K put it. So yes, lovely, I did where the baggy pants today - the black ones, the ones with the pockets all over the place and the buttons with the ties on the sides. I spiked my hair, too ... yes, lovely, I spiked my hair and I put red hair glue in it for streaks, that I did, oh yes I did. But! I didn't wear the red tank top, because you asked. Though ... I really wanted to ... I think I'll wear it tomorrow. I'm expecting a package from Aunt Brenda, so I'm, like, constantly checking my campus mailbox for that little slip that tells me I have a package ... she's sending a care package ... of stuff. She says there's cool, fuzzy socks in there for when my feet get cold. "September is getting closer," she says. "Soon you won't be able to run around barefoot anymore. You'll need them." Also, apparently, there's a pair of jeans she picked up for me in New York City, a couple of shirts, and a bunch of souveniers from the Big Apple. Oh yay. Well, I guess I should wrap up. Looking back to older entries, I've noticed that I'm not as eloquent as I used to be. I guess I've finally absorbed the whole "fuck it" attitude or something - "Who cares if I sound smart?" You know? I don't really care anymore. I just feel like writing for the sake of writing. Speaking of writing ... I love Dr. Conroy, he's a great teacher and I know I'm going to have fun in his class, but ... the workload for this semester is going to be a fucking bitch. And I was just informed that my student teaching portfolio is due on September 1st and I barely even have my outline finished ... I thought that wasn't due until ... Oh god ... now I'm freaking out. *deep breath* Okay ... I'm going to e-mail my advisor. Then, tonight, I will just ... go home ... take a deep breath, relax, sleep ... go to work tomorrow ... and then pray that he's e-mailed me back by then on what exactly to do. Okay. Okay. I can do this. So long as I have an idea of what to do, I can do this ... yes ... I can do this. I really need to play piano right now ...