Baby needs his practice back

It's good that I have Thursdays to freak out. God knows that's what everybody likes doing on Thursday nights, especially alone.

Basically, I have my first Real Anal test on Wednesday. Don't get worried. It's math (the course title, I mean). We have 3 tests, our weekly homework, and the three tests include a final. So, basically, this is big. And I am so tired of this stupid proof shit, dammit! Honestly, I probably should've taken Abstract Al(gebra) this semester to see if that course pissed me off as much as this one, because I really don't want to take the sequel course to Real Anal, Real Anal II (as opposed to Small Miracles II). I have to take either Real Anal II or Abstract Algebra II. It's looking like Real Anal II (because Abstract Algebra is basically Linear Algebra pulled into hell) so next semester should be bad as well. And who knows what I'll find when I go abroad? Well, that should be easy at least. Oh well.

WHERE IS THE WINTER? It needs to come, to conform to how stagnant my friends at Tufts are mostly currently being. Then I won't be able to complain about a lack of moving around outside in the midst of weather that's so made for moving around in. I should probably start running, and every day at that. That means I'd have to get up to run, though, since, um, otherwise I'd end up running at night, and that's probably not as safe. I probably shouldn't be tooling here, since they've got work, too, and usually more than I do. Ugh. ... that's a conundrum.

The winter needs to come. Then I can listen to The Killers in the cold again and love it. That's basically what I did last semester through the cold. And that cold, believe me, lasted almost the entire semester, and disappeared as quickly as it surfaced.

My dorm is still bad. It's so ugly and depressing from the inside. At night it looks so pretty with the light on top of the building, but that's hardly compensation for how ugly it looks on the outside and the inside during the day. Basically, I don't like it. Also, the light in my room is badly positioned. And our building has a dining hall downstairs, so this stupid vent comes on at precisely 4:59:50 AM each morning as the dining hall's machines get started. So much for morning serenity.

Do I ever write on this blog when I'm happy anymore? Damn.