2:13 a.m. - Thursday, Apr. 19, 2007
ground control to lost soul, If you copy, come in lost soul, We lost contact, Abort Mission. We lost contact.
god i hate this place.
just when i think i've figured a way out, one which doesn't invovle me selling off all of my assets and just hopping the next train out of town,
metro has to go and shoot it down. oh no we won't let you in that class because you aren't the right major. so i go to the other office, the change my major, and they won't let me chage my major because that's a class for idiots. you don't want to be in a class for idiots do you? YES i don't care what the class is, i just want fifteen credits in stat! well that's too bad. no, we won't let you in it... but feel free to take this calc based class, even though so far as we know you haven't any expericance in calc...
so for the moment i'm stuck here. again.
np:Sage Francis, ground control
The two way street we are supposed to meet on is just a one-way dead end. You're some of my best friends Press send. Where are the donuts you’ve been lost inside? Tow trucks you’ve been forced to ride? Hold ups at the border line?
