I'm Focused But I'm Losing Control

Mood: Fan-fucking-tastic *sarcasm!*
Watching: Heroes
Contemplating: Having another drink

Wow, you know your life is kind of sad when you're drinking at 2:47 in the afternoon. Whatever, fuck this shit.
So, the whole friends thing is working out fairly well. Still have those funny little thoughts running through my head, and it's still kind of hard to tell them to shut the fuck up but I'm working on it. Whether or not this is permanent only time can tell but I'm not going to sit here and hold out for something that may never actually come. So friends. It's not like compatability's an issue anyway.

And once again it's my least favourite time of year, the dreaded back to school. I think with the fucked up structure of university it's even worse than high school or elementary school because you have to be doubly motivated to haul your ass out of bed, into the car, and go to a class where the prof doesn't know your name (unless he's your seminar leader, in which case you're one unlucky fucker) and the people around you probably don't give a shit. You sit through an hour of lecture that may or may not be important, writing endless notes about absolute shit in the vain hope that you'll remember it for the exam. Half the people in the room are either hungover, still drunk, or planning on getting that way, and no one will remember your name or face after you've moved unless they're really interested in you. You're surrounded by thousands of people but unless you live in student housing off campus or in one of the dorms you'll probably only get to know maybe three people the entire time you're in school. Even when the class sizes get smaller it doesn't necessarily mean you're going to make any friends. Sometimes I really wish I was back in high school. But then I remember that high school was for the most part shit tastic and all I'm ever going to remember is the shit I did that wasn't class related and the people I met. Banzai!

So dear sweet Aids is back in Ottawa, HOPEFULLY I'll be heading on up to see her ass in about a month or so, ex-boytoy in tow. Get shit faced in Hull, dance my pretty little ass off, maybe get some action from somewhere. It'd be nice. It'd be nice if I actually got to see people this year outside of class and work as opposed to last year when I had maybe one night off a week. I should do since Monday and Wednesday nights I'm not working and I'll have Thursdays free until Supernatural starts. Ahhhh, Winchester pie....anyway. Lets hope I can keep this shit up. Really, I only see like three people on a regular basis

Alright my lovelies, cheers to another school year. Lets hope it kicks the last one's ass.

Ta.