So this is me updating. I actually have a lot to talk about, but I dunno. Self-disclosure and I aren't really hanging out right now. Something about the whole bottling up of stress and stuff kinda hinders that relationship thurr.
Hm. Well, finals are almost over, and I'm waiting to see whether or not I'll have to take one of my classes over next year, which fucking blows...fuck piping. Seriously. Why the hell would I want to draw pipes all goddamned day? I DON'T. But, uh, yeah, hopefully I passed. If I did, it was with a 60% or so. Damn, I suck sometimes.
But I was a good kid the past week, took the week off of work and spent the whole time in labs at school. I totally busted ass on finals; I think I did alright. I worked harder in the past week than I ever have in school. Woah. Damn, that's weird. Arg.
It sucks nuts a tad bit.


...I may have to eviscerate my asshole neighbor. I just heard him say "oh, so she's white trash like the rest of us, huh? *guffaw*" about me. See, his daughter and I went to school together. She Knows Things (kinda). And the fact that yes, I grew up here on the mountain MUST mean I am redneck, n***er/s**c/homo hating, beer-swilling, truck-driving, "ain't"-saying garbage. Which I am not. Ok, I swill beer, but only stouts and ales. I fucking hate this place.
I can't even run up here now. I found out that...my kneecaps aren't properly located...?...whatever the bloody hell that means, and so running and I have a pained relationship with concrete and cement. It's beach trails for me. Which is lovely, except I live 40 miles from said trails (like the one in the picture above...pretty, eh?). Whatever. I just want my lungs to feel like they're going to propel themselves out of my chest on their own, y'know? I LIKE that feeling.