the three years i've been in college, i've always had tuesday/thursday classes.
tuesdays are like mondays for me.
i fucking hate them.
even more so now cause i'm getting up at 5:30 in the morning to workout so i won't feel fat and flabby.

first class of the day is at 8:00am.
when people talk to me, i don't respond.
i just glare at them until they figure out i'm seconds away from ripping out their spleen and shoving it up their ass, back into its original place.

it usually works, but there's always that one fucker who can't take a hint.

if i'm sitting in the far back corner with my hoodie pulled over my head, i'm not in the mood for conversation.
don't ask me how my weekend was, did i read the stupid book, or if you can borrow one of my highlighters.
the answers will always be ''not long enough'', ''no'', and ''hell no, get your own shit''.
talk to me on thursday, by then i'll have been fucked senseless so it doesn't really matter what you say to me because the only thing my brain can comprehend is J's cock.

i have only four classes but i have huge gaps in between, so my ass is stuck on campus all fucking day.

by noon, i hate everyone. i hate school. i wanna go home. i'm just a big baby. the only thing that gets me through the day is J's little pep talks he gives me whenever i see him.

i haven't gone back to proofread anything i've typed but i feel like it doesn't make any sense and i'm actually getting really annoyed with the whole funky school schedule the more i blog about it. i've even stopped several times to frown and give the computer the finger.
that's just how much it aggravates me.

i think i need some more sleep.

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