School blows. Each day, the level of blowage increases. Although I should expect it, I am still surprised with how strong the distaste in my mouth is every morning when the buzzer tells me that I have to get up so that I won't be late. Assignments come and go without my acknowledgment. For those of you still trying, I salute you and your solution. Well done on the responsibility front. I'd rather sit here, wishing minutes away until 8:30pm flashes on my computer screen, allowing me to go home. Tonight, I'm sitting in the computer lab for Business & Technical Writing. I took this class in the spring when it was called Writing for the Social Sciences. It was less work, and I didn't want to hurl as much. I'm struggling to come up with a topic for my Problem Analysis assignment. It just all seems so pointless. I also managed to crumble while attempting to complete the resume we had to write in response to an ad for a position in our field. See, I don't want to face the "Real World," and I probably never will. This is real enough for me. This is enough bullshit for me.
Tomorrow's Election Day. I'm really nervous about it. What would happen if McCain inexplicably wins? The plan I've concocted is Flee to Canada ASAP. I feel it will work since it involves getting the fuck out of PA as soon as humanly possible and relocating to the land of Maple Syrup and Degrassi: The Next Generation.
Time is not moving . . .
Robbie's back at Notify. He re-started tonight, and I'm really happy for him. It's very difficult to find a decent paying job in this area. Hopefully, the increase in income will help ease his stress for awhile. I, on the other hand, have no money. I find myself praying for weeks to merge so that I can get paid again. Most of it goes to gas and cigarettes. Some goes toward the loan for my car. The rest isn't much, and it tends to go to alcohol or weed, depending on the situation.