Floorplan

I proceeded to purchase textbooks for college today. A friend of mine says that I'll die in class due to the destructive overload of influential knowledge I'll be bombarded with. I'm looking forward to it. I've heard I don't know what I'm in for. Good. I like surprises. A week of innocence left, I suppose. Like an ominous dark presence says to a pre-pubescent girl, "Oh yes. There will be blood."

I'm gonna be like 84% of the American population and bitch about me being a lazy slob of a fat person, yet not do a damn thing to change it. Sounds like a plan. I'm determined to eat a meal a day (far from any thriving cost, mind you.) and walk often. I mean, I'll be traipsing about campus all damn day, so some things are bound to give. I'm thinking it'll be one of my vertebrae.

I've become a preacher.. kinda. More or less a minister of happiness. Which is mostly ironic due to my convenient lack of said specialty. Friends of mine suffering from the single life discuss with me the perils they face and fears they're burdened with. I empathize and generate the necessary compassion, but that creepy voice that visits the back of everyone's mind whispers, 'They don't know just how good they have it.'.

Straight to the point, I hate me sometimes. Much more than the government requires me to. Proceed to me receiving an outstanding citizen award. Thank you all, this means so much to me.

I'm gonna go ahead and hit the futon. I've got crap to engrave in the morning.. in about seven hours. Oh corporate world, where are you now?