Wakey Wakey…you know the rest?
every day of school is another day of struggling to stay awake. 745 class everyday, and i my body should get used to it, but every single day i find myself napping in class. honestly, this is only the 2nd week of school and i’ve snoozed every day (except for the first day because class was like 30 minutes of syllabus junk…or i just skipped the class). i got one class with Dr. Bell, who i’ve had for a couple other engineering courses, and when i did an assignment wrong its because i “shouldnt have been sleeping now Mr. Peel.” fuck that guy. theres something fucked up in his head with how he obsesses over a few human qualities all the time. he likes to talk about how he has a great sense of humor (you dont say that shit out loud) and how we will have plenty of laughs, and how in years past all these questions and assignments that him and the class could sit and have a good laugh over. “and then we laughed and laughed” is how all his stories about past classes ends. he has lots of stories about how he’s been fired from multiple engineering jobs which just lowers his credibility, and he likes to talk about rich friends who he’s spited all his life. what a jackass…but not near as bad as my Materials Testing teacher. i’ll have to save him for another blog. okay, so now Yahoo! comes along and tells me the problem is i’ve been waking up all wrong. youre not supposed to engage in a lot of activity when you wake up, not supposed to wake up all frantic, chug caffeine, or end up sleeping in or hitting the snooze over and over. those either cause for a sluggish day or a soon to come crash.
My daily dose of breakfast for the past few years has been an ice cold Coke and some loud ass sing a long on the car ride to class. i still have the same thing every morning, but now i just kick it all off with a small breakfast.uggghhhh fuck i hate oatmeal too. that shit is hella nasty. maybe no one in this house knows how to prepare it properly? i douse it in brown sugar and a little milk helps, but i cant get past the shit. like salting a dooky…might make it more normal but its still shit. mom makes oatmeal all the time now because she wants us to eat before school, and i really dont wanna, then she starts yelling my bowl is already prepared and getting cold. lo and behold its cold when i get there. every morning, same thing now. not diggin’ it.ahhhh fuck, im super broke. i was gonna talk about the idea of buying me some good breakfast stuff for every morning, but i remembered im broke. another blog idea. i got a ton of hw to do tonight so not tonight for blog. cant be pulling all nighters in the 2nd week of school. bad omen. i’ll see if i can talk the parents into buying microwaveable personal pizzas for snacks, then ill just eat them on my way to class.yeah…thats what ill do. fuck i dont wanna go to work. need a goddamn haircut. i bet that bitch PJ is gonna talk about my wave. its okay though, Clint just force fed me an fistful of racist terminology for asians. i’ll hold my own.
“…hands off Snakey”
3 years ago