My Day

I keep trying to write blog entries but they just feel preachy and stupid like nothing good is coming out of them. I want to understand myself better and help me write better and examine the world around me better, and help examine some of the thoughts of my day. So here goes. I wake up and it's really too early. I know that there are people who get up at 4:30 or some ungodly hour, but I don't care because I'm really tired. I get in the shower and then get dressed. I'm still wearing clothes from when I was 12 it sucks but I don't really care about how I look. I have one pair of pants that fit so I put those on. I spend the next 30 minutes writing a blog entry about keyboards then I stop because it is really bad. I take the dog outside and it is really cold. I wish I had some fur like his. But anyway it's time to go to school. My mom is driving me to college. I feel silly but not enough to care and I learning stuff about my mom. Cheney is bleak and awful in the winter and every person driving on the side streets looks like they are going to blast right through and t-bone you. I walk up to the PUB lab, it's where I work. I talk to Leah about something but I'm too tired to remember what. I don't remember much about my day. But anyway I walk to Geology. The room is really small and the teacher turns the lights off to show a powerpoint slideshow about the Earth. He passes out a bunch of rocks and they all end with my at the back so I but them on an empty desk next to me. I'm worried whether or not the desk can hold them all. Luckily it does. Next it's time for Linear Algebra. It's really cold. I saw this guy just blatantly staring at a girl as he walks by her. She is wearing nylon stockings and high-heels, I think she is fucking cold and stupid and is going to trip down the stairs, she doesn't. Linear Algebra is interesting, I have lots of friends in there. It gets over and as we are walking I say "Why can't the sun just explode already and burn us all up?" rather loudly. Back to the PUB lab to work for an hour. It's nice to hang out with Seth when he is in a good mood, otherwise he is a big loser. Time for Algorithms. My teacher is Japanese and always looks like he is going to laugh. I think in his mind he is laughing at us because we are stupid to him. We don't have any questions about last week's material so he let's us leave after 21 minutes. Back to the PUB lab. I look for a part that is supposed to come in, but it doesn't. I talk with the new lab con, and she is drawing a picture. I walk to my mom's office and we leave to go to my eye appointment. Exam rooms are small and very utilitarian, there is a weird poster of the anatomy of an eye. My vision is getting worse slowly but nothing serious. I drive home with my mom. I can't remember driving home at first but now I do. I think it's weird how our brains don't bother to remember things that we have done a whole bunch of times. I sit at my desk to study algorithms. I'm writing this blog, and I'm going to post it, because it is ok.