Sometimes, I go completely crazy by 3:30 p.m. on Thursdays, because they are chaotic messes of days. I won't bore you with work and school details, but in between classes I stood out side, at the very end of the sidewalk and ate a bag of chips, in the sunlight. (It was colder outside than in). I rocked back and forth on the age of the pavement. Every once in a while mumbling profane arguments with myself.
"Who the hell is that?" I found myself saying out loud, to no one and about no one in particular, as if I were supposed to know every one on campus, and that particular girl in the headband was unfamiliar to me. I burst out laughing and walked inside. My hair is long now.

Moving on.
My boss finally gave me more hours since she couldn't find anyone to fulfill a full time position. I plan on being out of debt by Christmas. I'm pretty stoked about it. Just worried that it will be hard to keep up with school. I don't really love school right now. I'm having the same ideas I have every semester about dropping out, but it usually goes away in the summer.
Hrrmmm.

Oh well.