So, after vowing to steadfastly update every Wednesday, I missed my first deadline. Smart James.
Today was the last day of the semester. I had a final for my worst class and then I realized I had an essay due an hour before I needed to turn it in. I think I prevailed with flying colors. That's the best excuse I can give for being late. I was busy attending to real life. If you can call it that.
Today was the strangest mixture of bliss and agony that I've had in a single day. Actually, to categorize anything that happened today into either category would be a gross exaggeration. Today was really just a mixed bag:
The bag included:
+Trying to sell my books at the bookstore for some cash.
-Only making five dollars. Not exactly a sound financial return. I wonder if sub-prime mortgages affect the used book market at USC. Oh, and side note, USC will go on to sell that five dollar book for at least fifty. It feels dirty just to think about. OJ Mayo can't be the only one making a profit here in Southern California.
+Deciding to buy a Southern Chicken Sandwich from McDonalds with that five dollars.
-Losing said five dollars on the way to the McDonalds.
+Coming back to my friend waiting for me with homemade cookies.
+Chilling with some great friends.
-Realizing that fate is a fickle bitch (credit goes to Ben Linus).
So, I'm done with my junior year of college. I don't want to make this blog too personal, but I guess it's inevitable. Everything I write, fiction and non-fiction, is a part of me. So I guess I cannot make it impersonal. But this is not the place for me to vent about life. More to muse about it. Because I find life to be amusing.
Unless the comedy of life is that we all find out that it's a fucking tragedy in the end. Then that would suck.
Please don't let that be it.
Or that the comedy of life ends up being Reba.
That would be even worse.
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