And now I pray for an end to the madness

Two weeks from now I’ll be going back to school. Some people said that the first day might be moved back a few days because the air conditioners haven’t been installed yet. I hope not; I’m sure that in the span of two weeks they can place the air conditioners already, unless they haven’t bought it yet. Whatever it was that was making me feel nervous about going back to school, it’s all gone now. I don’t really give a shit if I’m liked or not. I don’t go there to entertain people. I’m there for my own personal gain. It’s my life; screw all those who don’t like it. And I guess I’ll just have to accept and get along with whatever teachers that are assigned to my class.

Today was a typical, ordinary day. I finished Always Running by Luis Rodriguez and I just started on the autobiography of Katharine Hepburn. I’m reading everything way too quickly; if I don’t watch out I’ll finish all the books I bought yesterday by the end of the week. Maybe I could limit reading to two hours in the afternoon so I won’t finish the book right away. And maybe I should call up people for once. I kinda feel guilty that I don’t take effort to call people up. Then again, it was their choice to call me and talk to me. I owe them nothing.

I’d write more, but then nothing else worth writing about happened.