Well, doesn't this just suck? I overslept this morning. First week of school and I'm already burnt out. Maybe it's because I decided to drive home in between classes yesterday to spend forty minutes with Diddy and then drive all the way back to campus. Or it might have something to do with being forced to read some of America's most boring literary works. Nonetheless, I am tired, worn out and ready for the weekend. I was really looking forward to this semester, but I don't think things are going to be as stimulating as I hoped. Somewhere along the way, I lost my inspiration.

I guess I expected to be so much closer to graduation by now. Last year, I'd walk into a class full of complete strangers and for a moment pretend that I was further from home, in a more upscale university, that I had left high school behind and taken the next step in my life. This year, I can't even get from one parking lot to the next without running into someone from back home. Don't get me wrong, I have an unexplainable love and appreciation for every single citizen of my hometown. But, going to school with these people, sharing the same classes with them--it's just a slap in the face. By now, I should be two semesters away from a diploma, transferred to Radford, and that much closer to my master's degree. Instead, I'm still taking sophomore-level courses and carpooling with my sister. As close as I pretend to be to my goal, I have never felt so far away from it. I need my ass kicked for being such a slacker, skipping classes, and letting my GPA drop to a probational warning level. I've got to kick it into high gear, get my act together.

Ok, back to the weekend thing, but still perfecting the art of complaining: The Starlite is starting the last show of the season tonight. They've never closed before October; yet, something has possessed them to pack it up in August. What am I supposed to spend the next four to five weekends doing? grrr

Oh I know, I know! I ran into Suzy in the library the other day. Made me realize how much I miss work. With football season coming up, there should be lots to do in the near future. I think I'll go visit Big Daddy Wayne this evening and find out what the hold up is.

I almost forgot how much I love driving home from school--with the sun shining, the windows down, my nogin plum full of knowledge, yeah, right, and a Ryan Cabrera song in my head. I have been dreading Sociology since the moment I signed up for it, and it ended up being the highlight of my day. The professor's great, classmates are totally agreeable, and the material isn't anything like I expected it to be. My nutrition class on the other hand, seems a bit tougher. I was counting on that one to be my no-brainer, but I think I got fooled. Luckily enough, the teacher is so f-ing goofy that it almost takes your mind off the rest of the class. Tomorrow I have Intro. to Children's Ed. and Survey of American Lit. So, if they don't blow too bad, then this semester is going to rock, or something.