I smell like oatmeal

I have so much energy it's gross, and a little scary. Today was the first day of classes. This girl has class at 8:30 in the morning on Tuesdays and Thursdays, intro to kin. I'm banking on the fact that I took exercise science in high school and the fact that the class has no actual text book that I will make it through unscathed. I already took biology 101 so this can't be much worse right? Plus Bethany, my hetero-wife, is with me so it really can't be so bad. But the thing that sucks is that my next class of the day is atmosphere and climate and that one doesn't start until 7pm. Balls. So I bought that $138 textbook (which is even more balls) and came home. I won't go tonight. Not because I'm lazy, I actually intend on going to most classes. It's just that if they let us early I'll be pissed. I'd much rather do something important like go to work (I've been really putting this off for a few days). I need to get going on planning things for my new position. I was supposed to start last week. I figured I deserved a few days off but I still need to bank some hours. Money is tight when the university makes you her bitch.

On the extremely positive side I have this insane amount of energy right now that inspired me to finally apply for my loan. I am the worst procrastinator ever. Looks like tuition will be paid after all. I'm actually happy I'm not getting as much as I used to. Less debt to pay. Even if it means I get to wear my torn jeans and old t shirts for another year. Screw fancy clothes, the poor student look is chic. But really, so much energy that I wanted to actually do yoga, I considered quitting being a destructive lazy kid. I'm going to get a haircut today and pay attention to what I'm eating because lately I look like a stressed out, well, student. Messy hair, wrinkled clothes, makeup-less face, sunglasses and coffee in hand. I even picked up an add drop form today and bought a notebook. I remembered how much I actually kinda like sitting in a class, especially with Beth. Thank god for her or I'd shoot myself in class for sure. We pass notes like 14 year olds and draw pictures of the profs with speech bubbles. For serious. Maturity is overrated yo. And btw how the fuck did I come to be in fourth year? This is a really unfunny joke and depressing to say the least. Abbee is experiencing a similar funk. She's started her last year of high school. Poor Babs was so sad leaving for school the other day, knowing it was her last first day at Harrow. Quinten took her by the arms, shook her, and said in his best dramatically deep voice, "Make it the best year ever!" My baby brother is wise beyond years lol.

Oh and my soap addiction is growing. I bought Lush lotion, cleanser, 2 more body soaps, and an energy boosting shower bomb. Fuck my addictive personality, I live for smelly soap. And I LOVE smelling like oatmeal, so fuck Chanel.

Much oatmeal-y-smelling-soap love