Miniature Squirrels with Weedwackers

I've been feeling a little more disheartened by school lately. I hate to be ANOTHER one of those kids talking about how they hate school, but I'm really starting to be. Don't get me wrong, I'd never drop out of school or anything like that, but it doesn't feel like each of the eleven years I've been in school have been entirely useful. At this point in time, school seems important, because it is important. But this actually useful stuff they're feeding us is just harder to take in after I just spent 3-6 years learning about shit. And to be honest, I want to murder the board of directors or whoever came up with the shitty regulations for classes in New York state high schools. You only have to take three years of math, and three years of science, but ALL FOUR years of P.E. for no fucking reason. This is quickly turning into a rant, so I'll end it with a funny picture.

I'm (hopefully) getting a job soon. Which is depressing. When I have a REAL job, I won't be able to spend as much time at Caffe Lena. I love it there so much more than any JOB*. I plan to work at Regal Cinemas, if they'll take me. Mike is supposed to put in an endless amount of good words for me, since he owes me. He would anyway, but owing me is just insurance. Once I have a PAYCHECK,** I'll be able to pay towards fixing up my car, and getting insurance, so I can go to Lena's EVEN MORE.

I'm finishing this post in the library, which I found is a very nice way to (not) do school work. From an outside view it seems boring, but I get a lot more work done here that at home. It's a lot harder to get distracted... unless I brought my laptop. EXAMPLE.




*Said disgustingly

**Also said disgustingly