Today was the first day of school.
FUCK.
Blah. My first class,
math, started at 9:00. The
professor walked in at 9:10 and said something like, "You know how classes start
ten after the hour, and end on the hour? It really
confuses me."
Way to use the left side of your brain, mathy.
What the fuck? This
Ph.D chick is gonna be teaching me linear algebra and she can't even figure out how the
schedule works?
She wasn't being
sarcastic either... she made the comment a second time in the middle of class. I have high, high hopes for this class.
Not.
So the next class (at
ten, which must have
confused the fuck out of my last prof.) was math again. Yes, I'm taking two maths. Why
you ask? Because I'm a goddamn
retard (read:
math major).
This class was surprisingly
good. The prof seems like a nice lady, and we spent the whole class playing with pieces of
paper. Playing with
paper is a
billion times more
interesting than
taking notes.
There was also a really
cute girl that sat down next to me. I'm talking
asian and moderately
hot. Not hot in the
slut sense, but hot in the
cute-and-obviously-intelligent sense. The kind of hotness that I could settle down with and raise a family.
When she sat down she
turned to me and asked if she was in the right room. I said something like, "I hope so," and didn't say
another word to
her the entire class.
I'm so fucking smooth. Smooth like a chainsaw.
God. GOD!! Why didn't I
introduce myself? What the fucking shit hell crap fuck ass shit fuck shit hell was I
thinking? Am I that much
of a fucking
coward? Lord. I look back at my
silence in
disgust.
I left class and had an hour
break until English. I roamed around
aimlessly, finally stopping by the
arcade and getting my ass handed to me four times in a row
on the Virtual-On machine. I met up with Johann and Jeff, and walked them to
lunch. Then walked myself,
alone, to
English.
I got to class early, and sat down. Next thing I know, some white girl comes in and sits right next to me. I mean it,
right next to me. And there
were a billion other seats to choose. I was like, "yeeeeaaah," but she was white. I wasn't interested.
If only it had been the asian girl from math. God is a teasing bastard.
English was
good. The professor is kick-ass. He was so cool I felt like I should call him by his
first name. The
topic of the class is "
love stories." Too bad there wasn't
one fucking asian girl in the class. I could have
wowed them with my
supreme english skill.
Supremely shitty english skill.
So that's that. I hope I can
grow some
balls and
talk to girls
soon.