January 21, 2004
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…mine…
Today was the first day of classes and it was nice to see some of my friends again, then there were others that I didn’t particularly want to see, but whatever, the campus is big. This is the first semester that I’ve actually had to wait in line at any of the bookstores to buy my books. The point of getting here about week early is so you can take care of all your books before the huge crowd comes, but this semester, all the professors fucked up and didn’t submit their book lists until after school started so I was stuck in line today–multiple times–to buy books. I’ve got most of the books for 3 of my classes, now I’ve another 3 more classes to get books for, but hopefully those won’t be as difficult, but we’ll see. This has been a shitty semester organizationally speaking, but whatever. My semester is heavily laden with reading, but I think I’ll be fine with it. I’m getting off to a good start and have already started reading to get ahead for one of my classes, let’s just hope that I can keep it up. In my English seminar today, I got to sit next to one of the stars on the Cal men’s basketball team. He’s so dreamy! Hopefully he’ll need some help with his work, lol!
I’ve a paper due on Thursday already, but it should be fine, it’s only 3 pages, so I should be able to crank it out in a couple of hours; I’ll get started on it tomorrow…So while I’m on the issue of being perturbed, I think I’ll address a couple of points that have been brought to my attention quite often as of late. It seems that I’ve been complaining about the amount of work that I take on, be it in regards to school, work, or extracurriculars, and people have been telling me that I’m to blame for it. First of all, I know this; it’s not as if I woke up one day and said, “Oh, I think I’ll take 20 units this semester” or “Oh, I think I’ll get 3 jobs while I’m in college.” I do these things for a reason and although I may be vocal with the amount of shit I have to deal with, I’m not saying that it’s anyone’s fault and am merely complaining for the sake of complaining. I’m free to bitch about whatever I want, when I want and frankly, if you don’t want to hear about it, then simply shut your ears or walk away. I take on all these things because I choose to, and I know what I need to do in order to get where I want to get, or to get what I want. If I happen to have a bad day, which everyone is entitled to, then leave me be and I apologize beforehand if you happen to be in my way while I’m on one of my rants. Regardless, I’ve busted my ass to get where I am by doing what I’ve been doing and I’m damn proud to be where I am now, so if you don’t like the way I’m living MY life, then tough shit. Additionally, there is a reason why I keep a journal, it’s a productive outlet for any frustration that I may be dealing with. It is home to some of my most personal thoughts, feelings, and ideas. Because of its public nature, I understand that there will always be viewers, and although they are free to comment, they should bear one thing in mind–my journal reflects MY thoughts, whether they be wrong or right, they are mine and should be seen as such. Ok, that was my bitching for the night. Time for some work!
