Tired of it All

Everything that’s school-related, I’m tired of it. I’m tired of being weeks behind the other classes in chemistry. I’m tired of the old, ugly building that looks like a prison. I’m tired of the crappy ventilation system: I’m sick of being cold all the time. I’m tired of everything math. Tired of doing nothing in English under the pretense of studying the work of some long-dead poet who describes people’s warts. Tired of my sucky art. Tired of worrying about that French conference. I’ve gone to two and a half meetings and I’m already tired of showing up to the intranet club. I’m tired of hearing about web-based e-mail and hard drive space and the updates on all their crap websites.

See, I’m really not depressed. Right now I’m feeling pretty good, having vented myself. Like I said to Vee on the bus, this is as depressed as I get.

With that out of the way, my weekend was good. Actually, Sunday I did homework and cleaned my room. But Saturday was good. I went to Trevor’s silver medal basketball game, church, and a Vietnamese restaurant called Mina’s.