This is going be my last entry for at least a few days. I'm setting off for home tomorrow. I'm still a bit nervous about going back home, but I want to get out of Tampa so badly. Guess I'm only nervous about not getting into college ( my fears do not seemed to have diminshed the second time around) and living in my parent's basement at the 35. It's fun to be neurotic, except it's not.
I did good on my Government exam! WooHoo! I think that when it all pans out, I will have one weel in that class. My Sociology final was this afternoon. I think that I did okay, but it was a rather hard test. For the first time ever I think that I very well on the essay. My (writing intensive) American Lit. exam is tomorrow morning, followed by finshing packing and moving out of here. By 10 p.m. tomorrow night, I fully expect that my right hand will be an twisted claw, rendering me permantly left handed, and leaving me forever jobless and broke. I shall wander around the neighborhood, with leash-trained cats or at least a budgie percehed on my shoulder, and menace small children with my deformed, useless hand.
Took down my posters today after the exam. My walls now are disturbingly empty and clinical. With the great majority of my stuff already gone or packed, I'm starting to feel like I live in a waiting room for some sort of doctor. Maybe a dentist's office. The only things in the room are my phone, computer, bed, and fridge/microwave. I don't even have any of my books or CD's out. Can't wait to get out of here.
The most random comment and/or event of today came in the cafeteria of terrifying food. I went to see what one of the options was, after staring at it for several minutes and still having no idea what it was intended to be, I started to walk away. I have learned not to eat food that I can't identify within a reasonable range, all I know is that it was the same shade of brown as my kakhis and covered with melted cheese. As I turned to walk away the random food service guy who was lounging around behind the counter yelled "I like your shirt!". Since I've been a little paraniod recently, this caused me to look down at my shirt and make sure that it hadn't somehow spilt open exposing my pale self to the whole world, and/or did not have some big nasty stain down the front. However my shirt was in a nice clean intact state, so cool, I dig random compliments. The food however, still suck-diddly-uked. If I am dead tomorrow it will be a direct result of the worst food that I've ever had. |
