Just in case I haven't told you yet, I'm living with five other guys near the corner of W and Beverly, five minutes from the EOTL/Ten26/Handlebar strip. So yay for that.
I'm also taking English Comp I at the Warrington PJC campus, so you'd think with me living so close that I'd be there ON TIME, ALL THE TIME, EVERY TIME.
Today, I woke up at 7:00 for a 9:30 class, bright and early, no problem. I had a very slow breakfast and left the house at 9:00. No problems yet... still on time. I was driving down Beverly, took a left (aka South) on Mobile Hwy., and somehow, thirty minutes later, I ended up back at W and Beverly... TWO FREAKIN' BLOCKS AWAY FROM MY HOUSE! Classes were already starting at this time, so I thought that maybe, since it was two late to waltz in and take a seat, that I could sit outside the class and maybe overhear whatever assignments Neuman had for the class.
Nope again. Those walls must have been soundproofed or something.
It wouldn't be so incredibly bad if I hadn't missed my Tuesday class also. In one week, I used up all the days I could miss for the semester. Go me.
It really sucks; things were working out for me when I was too depressed to care about anything, but now that I actually have some kind of desire to fulfill my obligations, the entire world decides it wants to explode on me.
Oh well, Jesus will take care of me.
I must've looked funny sitting outside that classroom with my ear to the wall. A really cute girl smiled at me, so my day wasn't TOO bad.
COME VISIT ME! We party like animals at my hizzo.