What Is The World Thinking?

I mean, really. What could the world at large possibly have been thinking, letting me go to SFCC? Or ever graduating middle school, for that matter? I am clearly not mature enough to be doing the things I've been doing for the past three-or-so years. Most especially the past week. Scratch that, since April, when I was legally allowed to start driving a bloody car? Or was it March? See, there I go again! I am so terribly, terribly irresponsible. And generally terrible. What am I doing, taking classes with all these serious students who are clearly pegging me as one of them, based on the amount of males chatting me up (Which is trés creepy, in my opinion. If I'm in the library, trying to study, leave me the hell alone.). Luckily, once you tell them you're already seeing someone, they usually leave off.
Apparently, Jonathan and Seth were not kidding at all. And it was perhaps foolish of me to think that they were overestimating such things.

Yours,
Murphs

So much for that

So it turns out that I'm just as absent-minded in college as I was at RLA. While I'm sure my parents would be diasappointed in me if they knew this, I can't help but think; is this what I was looking forward to? I also wish I could get PE credits for all the walking/weightlifting I'm doing. Dead serious. My first class it on the third storey of the new building at SFCC and they are not kidding around with their stairwells (or weighty tomes).
Japanese looks like it's going to be a breeze. It feels like a free credit, based on the packet we received to-day.It's not like I can't use the review, but it shouldn't take but five minutes to fill out all the hiragana charts (excluding め and ぬ. I can't get those two right.).
In other news, I look forward to clubs.

Yours,
Murphs

Alls Well and Ends Well

Today marked the beginning of my last week at RLA. I bet you'll all miss my hyperbolic caricatures of our project-based school. I know I'll miss writing them. Don't worry, though. I'm sure community college will provide plenty of fodder for my outrageous adjectives.
I've jam-packed my schedule, too. Lots of classes, some of which I registered for on whimsy (A great word, there.). But if Ned puts in a good word and I beg hard enough, I'll have a full course load, complete with Japanese I. I have, of course, complained before about how flipping hard Japanese is, and how god-awful I am at it. One probably wonders why I persist in learning this unspeakably difficult language, for which I have no answer.
I will, however, spend my remaining three days at RLA (No real school Friday! Hurrah!) relearning all the Japanese I've allegedly learned in the past two years. So if you can't read my next post, I'm sorry. It's my personal babel fish.

Yours,
Murphs

RIP

Uhh Yeah Dude makes me feel indebted to write here to-day. I also want to write to assure you all that no matter who I have to kill, I will definitely continue here. I'm nowhere near as awesome as Jonathan and Seth, but I can try (and fail).
I speak of these gentlemen--previously unmentioned, but subtly referenced--because I have just listened to six episodes of their podcast in a row. By the by, my brain has been melted and replaced with a direct line to craigslist. Thank you, Ned, for the recommendation. I honestly don't know what I would have listened to in the past fifty hours of Final Fantasy leveling and playing Animal Crossing (don't you judge me), and I have just learned so much about America this past month.
(Are you reading this?)

Okay, I'm done now. I hope I'll be able to write again to you all (my adoring fans!) this Friday, once I get back from my last RLA camping trip. And in case you're wondering, yes. I am unbeliveably psyched that this is the last.

Yours,
Murphs

Exausting.

Have you ever noticed how very onomatopoeic the word exhausting is? I mean, really, doesn't it just sound like a really tired word?
In related news, I have, for the last time, held Rivercity to a mental ideal that it fails to live up to. This is the fourth year I've hoped and the fourth year I've been heinously disappointed. I also believe this is a fairly reasonable example of why I make a great pessimist. No hopes = no disappointment, friends.
I'm about as irritated as disappointed, I might add. Never has the naive We're a Different Kind of School attitude that certain individuals hold made me so angry. Worse yet, it seems to have morphed into a viral meme among the student body--When posed the question why did you decide to come to this school? by the new nurse, I expected the BS answer from one unnamed person, but some people--totally unexpected people, mind you--spoke up with absolute and sincere twaddle. Can ridiculous be transferred as a mind worm?
I hope somebody other than Ned magically remembers that I regularly post here so they can read that and hopefully gain my immunity to this infectious idea.
Lastly, I remind you all that if you want to see just how disappointed I am, there is a abject and somewhat vexed kitty several posts down.
Yours,
Murphs