2001-04-05 - 7:22 p.m.
I am feeling... 
"Looking over my shoulder."
Greetings and salutations.....
OK. Time for my big ass rant. Scheduled topic: my plane of being.
First of all, I would like to say that living in Indiana blows ass. There is nothing but ugly people and Walmarts here. I've only lived here for somewhere around 7-8 months, and I have three years and one month left. Son of a bitch.
This is my schedule almost every day: wake up... sort of. Go to class. Sleep through class. Eat shitty lunch at dining hall. Go back to class (not applicable on Tuesdays and Thursdays). Sleep through class. Eat shitty dinner at dining hall. Work (not applicable if I don't feel like it). Come back to dorm. Check email and play JT's Blocks. Glance at pile of homework and laugh. Play more JT's Blocks. Run around hall causing trouble. Go to sleep.
And then the next day, by fuckin golly, I do it all over again! Yay!
My life has fallen into this huge rut... I need to get out of the confines of Saint Mary's College more often. I need to stop wearing my pajamas every day. I need to do something stupid, like table dance at the Boat Club or take a random road trip to Tijuana. And most of all, I need to kill those geese that are honking outside my window right now.
But all in all, I don't mind the rut. I don't have a car here, and I've got a lot of classes, so it's OK with me. I'm only here for about a month longer anyways.
I'm satisfied with what I want to study. I'm satisfied with the direction my life is going. I'm having a great time at Saint Mary's, I'm happy, and I've got nothing but love for everybody, except for Professor (Lucifer) Clark. So... "What's the problem?", you ask.
That's precisely what I want to know. Why do I feel like my life is going straight to hell?
I mean, yeah, everything isn't perfect. As they say, "If you think nothing's wrong with your life, you're obviously overlooking something." I do need to get some stuff done, especially concerning homework and summer stuff, but on the whole, things are great. I'm only having one personal crisis, no fights with friends, and for once I am not fighting with family members. (And no, it's not that one personal crisis that is bothering me. Obviously, it's bothering me a little, but it's nowhere near full-blown panic.)
Hmm... any suggestions as to why I feel such random trepidation?
~*~Piper~*~