Hmmm

Got up at 7 so I could write that English thing I mentioned before. Had a bloody nose. Went to eat. Can you tell how much I'm starting to not care about this.

However, I did manage to finish the essay, and actually OVER wrote my goal of one page. Not sure how the professor will take that. I hope I wrote it well enough for him to at least make it all the way through without judging me.
I guess I can let y'all judge me yourselves if you feel like it too.
Here it is! :-P
Now I just need to read my butt off if I'm going to be ready for Computer Science (lecture) in time.
I went to Calc, and thanked my lucky stars that I have a smarter mind in the mornings. Everything that made no sense last night when I was doing homework was crystal clear (cliché) in class.
After rushing back to the dorm, I gathered the crap together and got my clothes into the washer and dryer while wearing my jacket (in Nevada, imagine that) since I had no clean shirts except my formal ones. Just listening to music and wasting time/battery on my laptop.
Then Nicole and Katie joined the boredom and were bored themselves while trying to act entertained by us being boring. I just used 3 forms of the word bore in one sentence. That's how bad it is down here.
English was cool, I got grouped with a couple of non-academic (insert noun here) that had no idea how to analyze themselves, forget popular culture. Half the groups were sent to the lab to pick a song, and write a thesis about what the theme of the song was. I think my mind was only piqued once, when I heard another group choose Concrete Angel, I recalled analyzing that song ages ago, but can't remember when exactly.
My intellectual partners decided to choose 9AM in Dallas, by Drake. Forget analyzing it, I had trouble understanding what he was saying to begin with.
Computer Science actually helped me though, he went over things that were actually relevant finally, like the order to use when setting up a program initially, in addition to examples of Header Files, Global Constants, and Variables that could be defined in a program in general.
I could feel my eyes losing focus, so I knew I had to sleep, but I also knew that if I didn't eat soon, the cafe would close by the time my last class was over. So my stomach won out, and I had a good dinner by my lonesome. I didn't mind, it tasted good. I left, and went to nap the rest of the time until 6:50, when I would walk the 50 feet to my next class at 7.
That was the plan. I ended up passing out until Adam turned on the light at 7:40. I then proceeded to hate my lack of preparation, and question my place in college at all. We'll see how far I get with this work ethic in the end.
A short trip to Nye Hall to say hi to Sierra with Adam, Katie and Nicole (we stayed like 3 minutes) and we returned to our room to do nothing but talk, blog, and do homework. I'll get to calc soon.

On an unrelated note, tomorrow is the big day. Last day to pay for classes (with late fees). And the (supposed) date of my student loan from Citi Bank. Not that I'm nervous at all.