God bless the British.
Am I more or less of a loser because I don’t do all these things. Not because I’d rather not, but I just don’t know enough people to.
Classes start tomorrow. I’m waking up at 6:45 AM every day except Tuesday.
And yes, this is including Saturday (for work) and Sunday, for a biology class.
THAT RUNS FROM 8 AM UNTIL 3:30 PM
THAT IS 7 AND A HALF HOURS LONG.
7 AND A HALF.
AS IN, AN HOUR AND A HALF LONGER THAN A FULL DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL
AS IN, 6 HOURS LONGER THAN MY ATTENTION SPAN.
FOR BIOLOGY.
Good-bye, sporadic and very occasional drunken nights
Good-bye, not-so-occasional nights with a joint and some friends.
Good-bye, sitting in the local coffee shop talking for three hours, hoping not to run into someone from high school.
Good-bye, social life.
I know…I’m afraid to grow up too.
M YCITY BUFFALO ! taking pictures eases the pain of being sentenced to the passenger seat each time i’m the car with my madre.
Now that it’s also my city, it’s nice to see it not look so…slightly dilapidated.
