Homework

I have spent the last 7 hours reading 20 pages for my class tonight. 20 freaking pages took me 7 hrs. Granted I was at work and we were relatively busy, but that is still ridiculous.

I had a 9am class this morning that lasted just under 2 hrs. When I left home, gas prices were about $3.00. When I drove back home, less than 2 hrs later, they were up to $3.20. I'm scared now to drive home tonight for fear that the gas prices might just put me in such a tizzy that I drive off the road.

I'm leaving tonight to go back home and clean out my parent's house. They want my shit gone regardless of the fact that I'm moving back in with them in less than 4 months while I study for the bar. I'm hoping that I can escape, go see a couple movies, and perhaps a friend or 2. My midnight escape locals are no longer available. I used to go and spend hours at Wal-mart decompressing from the day and just enjoy not being at my house. I have since sworn off Wal-mart and refused to go there. Additionally, there is a 24 hour grocery store not too far from my house, but I have an ex who still works there. I guess I'll just have to suck it up or go to the 24 hour vigil chapel at my old church.

Classes are really not making me happy this semester. I am sitting in my night class right now and staring at the back of Mini's head. Mini is a person that I have a very bad history with. And just after it was too late to switch seats, my prof passed out a fucking seating chart so now I have to stare at Mini's head all fucking semester. I see Mini and I get all sad and then I get all mad and then I get sick to my stomach and then I get distracted by something and then I see Mini again and the cycle starts all over.

My class is almost over, so I'll post again when I get back from my parent's house. Maybe I'll have some interesting stories since I'm going to a locale where there are tons of New Orleans refugees (technically they aren't really refugees, but since the press is using that term, I'll use it too).