Nitro

I've been busy. I helped Dan "remodel" his room, and I finally got the Hillsdale Book Exchange up and running. At the same time. I would take a break from painting, go into Dan's old room, write some code, then take a break from coding and go help Dan paint. It was a crazy time.

People are starting to trickle back into town. Dan, Trimbach, etc. It's cool. But it was also kinda fun to have the whole campus to myself. I would wander around while on my way to fix a computer or printer, and imagine what the future might hold. Now people are back and reality sets in:

Imagination: I'll get good grades this semester. Reality: Nope, talked to my English professor (Justin Jackson, who guest taught in my English class last semester) and it turns out we read a lot in English, and I sure as hell can't motivate myself to read that much. And I know I can't do the studying required for a foreign language, so Latin's down the tube.

Imagination: Maybe I'll meet a girl this semester? Reality kicked in when the football players got back in town. Nuts to that.

Imagination: I'll make some money this semester. Reality: Pfff. People being back reminds me just how much money I spend when friends are around. Dan payed for most of everything this weekend, yet I still managed to go through like $50. I spend money at a rate of n+1 dollars per day, where n is my earning potential. Not only that, but I owe my parents a couple grand for tuition. Bah.

But it's all silly. I can get the grades. I just need to do the work. Saying "I'm incapable of motivating myself" is so full of logical flaws that I feel stupid for even saying it. And I can get a girl. I just need to ask one out. Funny how that works. And the tuition money isn't even that much of an issue, as I already have half of it. And enough left over to pay for dues. And I don't have a credit card. In fact, I don't even know why I'm worrying. Force of habit, maybe? A throwback to the days when I was a sad, depressed, melodramatic basket-case? Fuck that.

I'm at work, so I can't type for long. And I can't think of what to say from here. I've typed myself into a corner, to mix my metaphors.

Oh! That's right: A week from today, summer is officially over. I move into the house next Friday. Damn good. The countdown ensues...

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