I think I'm digging this blog better than the one I have on xanga. Why? Don't ask.
Today's a beautiful day. There's no sun; the skies are gray; the ground is damp; but nothing was terribly wrong. It feels like one of those days where you just kind of sit back, relax, drink some coffee and reflect about things that don't really matter.
School is interesting. This next test is going to be hard as fuck, since I haven't really been paying attention and find no motivation to pick up the book.
We had a motivational class today, The Pacific Institute they call it. We got to listen to a bald man with an oblong head tell us things that are supposed to inspire us to become successful. I already know that I'll be successful. All it's going to take is time. Time and hard work. I can do it though. I'm just that super-cool.
So this motivational speaker, Mr. Oblong-Head dude/Lou Tice, he's really annoying. He makes me want to bang my head against the wall, run into rush hour traffic, or shoot up heroin or something. It's like watching someone chew aluminum foil: you can't just sit there and take it without feeling squeemish. Absoultely annoying this guy. I don't know if he's a cure for insomnia or a catalyst for the suicidal--either way someone's going to get knocked unconcious.
Today was just a day. I think I'm going to make espresso now.