Friday, April 15, 2005

Actually, you know, it's not much of a mystery why Sylvia Plath off'd herself. In a depressed state, the mind manufactures its own brand of logic. I should know that. Just called in for a refill of my antidepressants this very morning.

Visited the community college where I'll hopefully be taking math this summer. Nice campus, I wish I'd gone there instead of the university right off. I'm considering college algebra the first half of the summer and finite the second half. That's a lot of fucking math, but consider that afterward I will n e v e r h a v e t o t a k e m a t h a g a i n i n m y w h o l e f r e a k i n ' l i f e. Man, that sounds sweet.

The lady sitting at the computer next to me offered some chocolate. Bless her! Bless her!

2 Comments:

At 11:59 PM, Blogger V said...

Wow.. the offering of chocolate is like saying "I'll be your friend forever." Cool.

I'm considering starting Community College for the fall. Any advice? I'm starting way from the bottom. I have to take the ACT and all that. The thing is, I can't tell a good Comm. College from a bad one.. I should just close my eyes and point to one.

 
At 4:51 PM, Blogger Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) said...

Dude, I wish I knew what to tell you. My choice of community college is limited to what school district I live in. But don't worry about the quality of the school right off, just go. :-)

 

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