Back to School...

...to prove to daddy im not a fool.

I dropped my first class of the day, 10 minutes in. The class seemed uninteresting as a whole but the teacher was tight. He made fun of my hair 30 seconds in.

He was an older man, hair was the latter stages of grey and becoming wholly white, and he wore a grey and stereotypically professor-like suit. He was the type tog et off on his sense of humor, constantly making jokes and pausing for laughter.

He was somewhat funny though, I could dig his style minus his hard ass approach. A 12 page syllabus and a desire to scare shitless any student wavering in confidence. I was not scared. I just didnt give two shits about the topic. I only signed up for the class so that my day would start at 1230, but I have decided to forgo the extra hours of sleep for a more worthwhile and ultimatelly more interesting class.

Now I have a 4.5 hour break in between classes. shits weak. I dunno. I have so much to do and so little time.

Am I excited about anything? I dunno...let me think..........existentialism class. yea. and italian. yea. and not having 18 hours of class. yea. and xbox.

I spend most of my time oscillating between being awesome and being neurotic.
If I you find me talking to myself it's because I am the only interesting person around. yerdig?
I know too many people in montecarlo. I know too many people everywhere.