Day one of too many.

You know that class that UMBC told me I had to take but that I couldnt take it until they told me I to? yeah. That class was at 9am today, August 29, 2007. One person beside myself showed up- it was not the professor. U Must Be Crazy. Shits whack.

I have French at 10. El-Omari. Bet he cant wait to see me. Some people are so hot that even holding a filthy cigarette doesnt turn me off. I guess this is a typical first day at UMBC. From the looks of it there aren't too many freshmen out yet- that doesn't mean they didnt have class this morning. Everyone looks really jaded, those who did find someone to talk to or walk through campus with don't seem too excited about it... no one looks that excited.

I smell someones.. shit... its not cologne.. axe or some other spray on crap.. I know its not me, I forced the last of my deoderant stick on my pits before I walked out the door and left my cologne in the car. Regardless, I know I smell better than that.

I apologized to Randy for being lame to him. It wasnt as much of a conversation as it was me saying things I wanted to say for my sake- God forbid he admit it was for his, or that he even cared at all.

People are in the pool. This obv 40-some year old man is walking through the quad dressed like a backstreet boy. Doesnt he know hes not 17?

I'm glad I got a haircut. Today I can choose who sees me... of course I'm referring to the people that know me and I can get by without them recognizing me... hooray, no awkward or forced conversation. Ahaha. Speak of the Devil- one down [annoying tall pale red headed boy who's name I didnt bother to remember], walked right by.