Sitting at Starbucks. In the zone. Updated my planner. Starting on some school work. Toggling with the idea of adding a Music Literature minor. Do I want to stay in school an extra semester? 'Cause that might be dangerously irritating. I might slay someone. Since no dragons are around to harness my bitter energy. Do I really hate school that much? No, not really. It's just Towson, where the high-aspiring scholars go to die and drown in a mess of bad advising and sorority bitches. Oh academia - you're lucky I'm feeling motivated this semester. You're lucky I like blogging and my whole Writing for New Media class revolves around updating a blog. You're lucky I found a handful of good professors this time' round the track. Or maybe it's the other way around.
Sorry for the randomness. I'm hungover like stale death, and I'm antsy from this iced coffee. Story of my life? Not really, except for the iced coffee. I wonder if Alex ever went home with that Ukrainian foreign exchange student. I hope so since he was trying hard enough. I mean, if he could get her down from dancing on the bar.