Classes and other bullshit.

So that's me... at a gas station... in FUCKING KENTUCKY.

My schedule. 3 days a week of creative writing and psychology. 2 days a week of math, spanish and philosophy. Thats a fucking joke. I've been stuck in my dorm room all day instead of out having fun with friends. I am a slave to microsoft word and facebook. It's not my fault. I'm now sitting up, at 2:30am.. on facebook, and on here updating, and watching psycho... when really i should be asleep because I have class early tomorrow. I'm also going to try and hit the beach (which is beautiful and a few days ago the water had a temperature of 84 degrees). Life here is interesting, there has yet to be a dull moment. Although... i'm already applying to other schools as a transfer for next year... (I cant stay in one place too long). Thats all for now.

Leaving #3 and #4 I'm terrified of the south...

The only good part about the past few days was seeing Mark Twains old house. Whoopidy fucking dooo!!!!!! To start with, wait, I had to fucking crawl through a cornfield and hide just so I could smoke cigarettes! I also hid behind a garbage can at mcdonalds in nashville to do the same. At one point we stopped for gas in a fucking nasty town and the gas station attached to it had a "Big Girls Strip Club" fucking gross. and an Adult Book Store. After leaving this gas station I felt the urge to never eat again and to get checked for STD's PRONTO! Some places just should not exist. Well I completely jinxed myself, because at the next gas station, I had to piss. So I actually had to go in, when i entered the bathroom I was greeted by the rank smell of what must have been a damn hippos shit. Then upon realizing there were no urinals, I proceeded to enter a stall. My mistake. I was greeted by pubic hair, urine, shit stains, and a glorious glory hole. I saw all I needed to see. Oh when I was in Nashville in the ghetto part of town, 3 young gentlemen said "Damn, hes lookin all fresh and shit, with the blazer and all" or something along those lines. So, learning experience here? I fucking hate hicks but the hood loves me. I'm in Boca now, at a nice resort, waiting to pick the roommate up at the airport and then move in tomorrow. I'm content.

P.S. No I did not run into any housewives or Paula Dean while in Atlanta.

Leaving #2

I'm in missouri. Its a goal to be in st. Louis in an hour and a half for lunch. If I see one more head of fucking corn I'm going to shove it up someones fucking ass. Country people frighten me and they hangout at a&w. Wish me luck.

Leaving Day #1

Its 4:30 am, I'm running on 4 hours of sleep from the night before, I'm about to get in a fucking car with my mom and grandma, and drive to Nashville, TN. College couldn't come any sooner. Goodbye sucks, but hellos are awesome, and I will have many of those in the next 72 hours.