3/24 - Well, tomorrow it's back to the college house

Back to school. Back to all the shit I've been ignoring and avoiding for the past week.

I hate to dramatize it so much, but I know I'm going to be overwhelmed by the amount of work I am gonna be forced into submerging myself into right away. That's pretty much all I'm dreading. Personally, I can handle the living arrangement another 2 months. I can handle the stagnant relationship that has become of my once tight friendship. I can tolerate feeling like an outcast while I'm with my housemates. That stuff's all petty shit, and I'm above it all. As long as I know I have real friends back home, and the feelings I'll be experiencing will only be temporary, I can just smile and just rise above all that negative shit.

The real hard part is the actual time and effort I'm gonna have to sacrifice. And it all starts tomorrow night with the paper I've been putting off. Then, right away, I have to worry about that stupid fucking assignment where we have to sit around and dickride members of the activist organizations. I'm clearly working with 2 fucking idiots, and I'm gonna have to take control, because sitting back and hoping they get something done has produced shit. Luckily, I got the big exams out of the way, so at least I don't have to worry about them for a couple of weeks.

I just hate the fact that I can never have free time to relax and forget about everything. This week was perfect, and just thinking about going back to that kind of makes my head spin. But I guess it's the sacrifice I make for an education. Or to just have that piece of paper that might get me a job easier.

Either way, I'm still grateful for this week. I got to hang with my crew, laugh harder than I have in a long-ass time, and spend about $150 on absolutely nothing. And I would rather have a bunch of those nights with my birthday money and tax return than some material bullshit that would just further individualize and isolate me.

But, I guess it's time I get back to the real world.