I have been here more years than I can count. Two. I have been at USI for two years. This being my third. And for everything I can manage, I am not sure why I am here to begin with. Something about continuing education for the sake of a better job, or something. I am fine with this situation, I do more and eat less but I am still fat. Fate, she is a cruel mistress.
The rooming situation this year does seem better to me. We managed to land an apartment with the three of us, Jesse, Wes, and myself. Of course all apartments have four people. Well, the last person is Brad. He is a decent guy, but far too nice. He creeps me out. Hopefully Steve can join us in the fall.
Classes are another issue. Mine are not too bad this semester, but they will steadily increase in ass as the year progresses. My courses are a mixture of two extremes. On one hand I have chemistry. A class which I have no doubt will be difficult. I am not sure having Jesse in there with me is good or not. One thing however, I am sure is not good is the instructor. She is old. Rather old actually. She is not a "good old" either. I mean she is old, but then is also tan. Tan is bad enough, but old and tan. She does not have short hair either, which the old should. It makes them look a little younger, and more wise. But most importantly, it makes then look less heinous. On top of being old, she is also not thin. Now normally I would not have a problem with that, but the way she dresses is an affront to everything which I can stand. She always, everyday, and in every situation I have seen her in, wears sleeveless dresses. Being less than thin, she has old lady fatty arms which move around all the time while she makes unnecessary and over dramatized movements. I do not like her, her flabby tan arms, or her incompetence. On the flip side, I have Excess/Acell. A class which makes me feel like…ugh.
That is not the worst, I assure you. The most upsetting thing thus far, is the lack of the Alt Hot Trio (Incorrectly published as the “All” Hot Trio in previous editions). I have yet to recuperate from the traumatic separation from my beloved Medium. Jesse and I have looked everywhere for them. We knew where their last apartment on campus was, however, they are no longer there. It seems they have moved on, and broken up with us after a semester of unbridled love. We can handle that. We are rejected on a daily basis on multiple levels. Everyday. A lot. Or perhaps, they were never really around. Maybe, just maybe, they were something our pathetic, shattered psyche constructed to make us feel better far about ourselves than we should be allowed. No, that is preposterous.
Still, the year will prosper and move like it always does. Slowly. But we now have the new LTM After Hours {plug} to help pass the time, and make us feel like we can accomplish something with our lives. And if that does not work. Then we move to Plan B. World Domination!