1:54 p.m. - Tuesday, Sept. 28, 2004
Bust
Missing class is like some lingering virus that I can't shake. I try, I really do...I get up, sort of on time mostly, I get on the bus, I get on the shuttle, and then I get sidetracked. I use the computer only for a minute, and then realize I'm 25 minutes late for class and may as well not go. Or the shuttle takes forever, or something, soemthing happens and I flake. I hate it.
I don't even hate it because it really matters, I can do fine in my courses without going to class, I always have. I mean, really, my history of attendance is poor on a notorious scale...I hate it mostly because I promised myself I would change, and I'm letting myself down. There's nothing worse than the feeling that you just can't accomplish your own goals; its so helpless...
In other news, I'm starving, so I'm going to go eat lunch now.
Hold steady show this week-end. Other than that - lots and lots of Bacon and Spinoza and South American History and the Pragmatics, and American foreign policy, oh my. So much reading it like, never fucking ends.
