meh.

I don’t think I’m doing this right.

I am sitting in student services, where I am scheduled to tutor someone for the 6th time. And for the 4th time, they aren’t here.
Monday (a week before finals), I am scheduled to tutor someone new.
Do people not actually want to pass, or something? Do they think asking for a tutor is a magical cure and they don’t actually need to be tutored?
Bitches are like I still get paid to wait for them and leave.

I have this problem with blogs. I write them, and then delete most of my posts, because I don’t feel like I say anything worthwhile.

No one reads this, anyway, so that shouldn’t matter.

I spent my summer taking online courses and working. I think it was the most stressful summer of my life so far. At one point, David and I decided to say fuck it and went to Chicago for a couple days. Then it was back to the same.

I took the GRE. I kicked the verbal section’s ass, did pretty well on the math too. 

So far, fall is much better. For one thing, when I have physical classes to attend I don’t have to work every day. For another, I’m only taking two actual classes, and doing some research.

David and I moved into our OWN place. No more roommates. We are in a house in the ghetto (renting), but we are alone. It’s wonderful.

So…I feel much better now. 

I had a dream last night that some sort of apocalypse was supposedly happening with people dying, but mostly I remember running down the street of 79 with Regan and seeing all kinds of empty buildings except for random bars that weren’t there before and we’re like hey, we should get a margarita, it sure would help take the edge off of how we’re all going die. then I woke up, thinking how silly it was that they had asked for my ID when an apocalypse was going on.