Heck Yes.

Given how frightened I was to go back to school, to attempt to write essays, to remember anything I'd read, it seems that while it was benefitial as a motivator, it was unfounded.  I've completed 4 essays and 3 assignments and have received As on all.  The most recent feedback I received was for my essay on suicide.  Professor Broome stated the following: "What can I say? Your summary was excellent. You covered everything I was looking for. Well done."  Can I ask for anything better?  Absolutely not.  I have been fully committed to this class and although at times (many times, in fact) I find myself lost or confused by silly Plato or stupid Kant (God this guys is worse than Shakespeare!), it seems that I am still doing an adequate enough job comprehending the material.

My three other classes have began and I look at this semester as a test of time management!  And also of self-discipline.  I will be inundated with reading and tests it seems (a test or two every dang week!) but I know I can do it.  No more "oh I think I can manage".  Nope.  Only can-do.  Because I know that as a human being I have everything required to read, take notes, re-read, and regurgitate what I've learned.  There is literally nothing stopping me but myself.  So laziness be gone!  And fear, you step aside.  I've got lots of work to do.

I'm done with Facebook again.  It's so stupid.  I mean that in the most condescending way possible .  After a couple of months of being very Facebook-y (posting pictures and little snippets of how awesome I am) I realized just what a narcissist paradise that little website is.  "Oh look at me, I'm so pretty, sitting in the car" or "I got an A on my essay!".  Any of that just seems tacky, as does this blog, if I'm being honest.  But with the blog that I know no one reads it's slightly different in that I don't come here to boast but rather to reflect whereas Facebook is the exact opposite.  It's an attention whores dream.  And that's cool, I get it, let's just call it what it is though.  Don't pretend you're not so far up your own ass.  You are.  It's clear.  And if you could lick your vag/dick I'm sure you would.

So I'm done with that thing agian.  I'll only go on there to check on Ryan or Dan or Konklol or a few friends from hike school whom I don't detest.  Beyond that, I'm O-V-E-R it. 

Job is okay - it's closer to the end now than the beginning so that's a teeny bit stressful but I'm not going to worry about it.  Worrying doesn't make it better or miraculously get me another gig.  Na, but it's cool, things will figure themselves out eventually.  I don't necessarily want a permenant position if it means I have to fraternize with MG peeps.  I'm okay with Jared and Natasha and Sil and Aaron.  But other than that, the Samantha's and Kendahl's of the world can fuck right off.  I still can't stand either one and can't imagine that even with my best intentions, I'd be able to force myself to.  I don't loath KB on the scale that I do SH. 

I wouldn't be against working for this hot dude just on the other side of my floor.  It's compliance of some sort and there a couple of a good-looking gents on that side that wouldn't be bad to stare at.

I'd think about Charles Schwab but know I don't stand a chance.  He'll nix it from the get-go as soon as he catches wind.  And do I really ever want to be around him again?  I'll pass.  I don't want the filth from his soul getting on the coat tails of mine.  Not anymore. 

I'm done with Nicole & Kirsten as well. What friends are these people?  In what stretch of dillusional imagination are either of them classified as "friends"?  I don't know, and I may be wrong, but life feels better without them.  So much better in fact it's as if I can breathe again.  They're both sketchy as hell.  Why I wasted time on the likes of them, and others, is beyond me now.  I'm not cocky but respect my life and self the way it should be.  They can continue to exist, I don't wish them harm, but I don't need my circle to overlap with theirs.  They're gross.

Parents are good, Nana is not so hot but I'm not broken up about it.  She's still an effing jerk in my eyes.  Dad is good.  Things are good!  Stressful, a little overwhelming, but good!