The Elvis song is the one blaring on my earphones right now while I sit at Campus in a dejected to frustrated mood that has me evaluating the year that is nearly gone.
I am frustrated at:
The sucky way this year seems to be ending....
The lack of money that is constantly reminding me about getting a job.
The need to really truly start driving so I don't have to rely on rides any-fucking-more.
This cold in its end stages taking its last punches to my mind in it's death throes.
I am dejected at:
The fact my Grandma might have breast cancer now.
My Fathers Medication makes him exhausted constantly.
That I have to arrive at 7:45-8:00 in the morning on campus and go to class at 11:00.
That I rely on my friend Billy for a ride to Bowling.
That my Friend Billy Can't seem to get his homework done except in the period between 12:00-2:00, right before our bowling class, where we could get the hell OFF this god forsaken campus and go somewhere at least mildly different.
The Fact I hate this campus now. Maybe it's the morning arrivals four days out of the week, but hanging around this campus is making me feel angry. I'm tired of these surroundings, hence why I want to get the HELL off campus at the first opportunity. I LIKE this campus, it has good people on it and it's where I get about 85% of my spending money, but I HATE it now. I can't stand to look around at all the people and buildings anymore....
That I'm too chicken to at least try to drive on the highway.
I am enjoying and happy:
The fact my Critical reading teacher seems to think highly of my ability. She's actually recommended me to a Critical Thinking class next semester that's taught by her husband.
That my Quotes I write on the chalkboard in the Critical Reading class prior to its start is going over so well.
That my Transformers are waiting at home, eager to be turned back and forth to their forms to relax my frustrated mind....
That I'm probably the only god damn person in my Critical Reading class that will pass with a B to A.
That I plan to get a god damn A in that Critical Reading class to show my Older Brother, of who failed the same class last semester.
That this Elvis song has great drums and guitar.