If there's one thing that I've been taught over the past couple of weeks is that I have no life. Sure, I do my work, but only because I'm bored. Hell, I don't procrastinate anymore! I suppose that's a good thing considering the factors. I either get all my work done or just cop out and do the minimum. I'm even giving myself extra work to do!School is going well. The one thing I hate is this room. It's so fucking empty and it feels like I'm in a prison with the ugly ass white cinderblock walls. Since I went home last week, I didn't see any necessity in going home for my fall break, which was just Friday off. I'm thinking I should've gone home cause then at least I would've had TV or Emma to play with. All I did for three and a half days was do homework and even then, it was just the work for Monday. That's not saying much, but damn I was so fucking bored over the weekend. I did watch some movies with a friend and that was fun, but once I got back to my room, I just went bananas. Fuck, I'm going bonkers now! The boredom hurts more than tearing out a fresh suture. Well, I don't know how much that would hurt, but I just wanted to use the word, "suture," at least once. Hehe!
Fuck this.
