No Use For A Title

Yay, I get to go back to school to start Year 2, Semester 2 tomorrow. Though it's my first day, I have about 24-40 (depending on picture volume) pages of text to read for my first class at 10:30 in the AM. Have I started reading? *snicker* I don't even have the book; I'll have to go in early to get it. ah, the power of procrastination. Hey, it's better than what I did this time last year; I wasn't even registered for 5/6 classes before the first day. ah, the power of online registration.

I'll be just a little more than halfway done when this semester ends, so for Junior/Senior years I'll only need 15 credits a semester on average. That could be anywhere from 3 to 15 classes, given our neat credit system.

Not exactly sure what I'll do after that. I don't think I'll stay a full-time student getting a Master's degree, but I'll probably get one eventually. It's only 2 extra years, and I don't think the curse is going to kill me this year after all. Maybe it'll just make me wish I was dead. But, I'm rambling.

I've given serious thought to working for the government. It would give me immense satisfaction to simultaneously screw the common man (figuratively, of course) while proclaiming myself a champion sticking it to The Man (also figuratively). I'll need a new pair of those kickass sunglasses, though, as my old pair's life was tragically cut short in an accident involving a car and two forms of melee weaponry. ..does a car count as a weapon? If not, then it should.

I'm not feeling a good conclusion coming on, and yet I'm pretty much done. Damn.