A roundhouse kick to the face left me without bruises, blood, broken bones, or missing teeth. Instead, I gained an understanding of the word pain and the fear of the possibility it could ever happen again. The same can be said for a different situation involving trust, silly emotions and other mythical things that don't exist. But we won't go there yet.
This semester has been such a bumpy road and we're half way through the first full week of classes. I began as a full-time student and now stand before you as a part-time student. Why is this? The answer can be summarized in five words: Metropolitan State College of Denver. That place is a joke. Seriously? I was getting lectured about nutrition and sports performance by Reese Witherspoon's character in Legally Blonde. The nutrition professor spelled DIETITIAN wrong! It was in that moment I knew she was incapable of giving me an education. So I dropped it like it's hot and it's too late to get another class. The result: I'm taking 9 credit hours this semester. I'm a waste of space.
Not to mention my "saturday night" last night may have pushed me over the edge. I have been combating illness and keeping my immune system strong. All that partying last night wore me down and guess who has a temperature? Lacking sleep, charisma and health makes me somewhat emotional. This is as close as we're getting to my real problems...
Music class is extremely intriguing! The very first day 4 girls (all woulds) were flirting with me and kinda fighting over my attention. At the time I was focusing elsewhere however suddenly I'm tempted to review their proposals... Anyway I ended up scoring all 4 of their numbers and one kiss on the cheek. It's so hard not to be a slut in college. Must. Practice. Self. Control.
This is the most fun I have had all day! Thank you reader for taking the time to listen to me rant in your voice.
