first days make me want to cry.

soooo... i thoroughly already hate school. and i'm not even done with my first day. this semester, i have a sneaking suspicion, is going to be a bad one. ugh.

i've had speech, where i've decided, this first day, that i'm going to kill myself in. also thrown in was lit for adolescents, where i wouldn't doubt if the teacher was on not only crack cocaine, but marijuana as well. crazy i tell you. in this class, there are not one, not two, but five adult students, well over the age of 45. and a couple people who are engaged, and at least 28 years old thrown in on the side as well. i have never had a class so heavily populated with them. usually it's just one or two random talkative obnoxious 30-somethings, who insist on not only interrupting the teacher, but also speaking in a condescending tone that makes me cringe. today, the first day of school this semester, i'm pretty sure all of them wanted to take over class. strength in numbers, perhaps? either way, they just added to an already annoying class-filled day. they need their own school. being as hung over as i was made them forty times worse i think. i wanted to shout and throw things at them if i didn't think moving would have made me vomit.

at least i had drinks last night. and a good half pack of cigarettes. i think without them i wouldn't've made it. it's a shame i slept on only my mattress pad last night. i got back at like 4 in the morning and hadn't unpacked any of my shit, including my sheets and such. that was awesome. oh well. at least i got in those four hours of sleep.

i went to steve's, which was nice. it was good to get the hell out of this jail cell known as my dorm room. and i don't think i've ever had just beer and gotten that drunk. after a while, it was like really good slightly-flavored water. besides, when harry met sally was on the oxygen channel. you can't go wrong.

off i go again to a CLASS. otherwise known as multi-cultural literature. sounds awesome, huh?