Seis

It appears as though the world isn’t leaving, but has already left him behind. He had now become nothing but a memory of something great. Whatever talent and promise that used to reside in this now sad story of a man is long gone and will likely never be again. Everything just wasted says the on looking man. Nothing gives this man the right to judge the poor soul, but nothing keeps him from doing so. Although the poor soul lives on, the assumptions and judgments those around him have clearly written his last chapter. Why wait and see when you’re so sure that you already know what happens next?

Nothing could have been more deceivingly torturous than the two back-to-back classes that I will be experiencing for the next sixteen weeks on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Both my math and philosophy professors seem more worthless than two stoned high school drop outs sitting on their parent’s couch on a Wednesday afternoon at the age of thirty. Honestly, what math prof. says to the class on the first day “I’m not very good at arithmetic.” What the fuck? He sadly proved the statement to be true shortly after making it when demonstrating the method in which he gives back points on tests for corrections. Clearly half of twenty is fifteen and you could potential receive a 95 with corrections after scoring an 80 on the test originally. Oh well I suppose. At least I sit with decently attractive females on three sides of me (all of which have already proven to be more than interested in me).

Music of the Day = Fionn Regan

Friend of The Day = Elise

Female Interest = blonde chick in math to my right

Game Over