Hey World, it's David.

Who does that at a house party?
“Dang gurl, these kicks are clean. Mine now!”
Fo’ real?

I should have filed a report with the cop that broke up the party.

First, Japanese, what the eff? You’re supposed to be my easy class, and yet here you are, stepping out of line and giving me bad grades. You’re a luxury, I don’t need you. Shape up or gtfo.

Second, I miss so much class. Unintentionally. Like, I really, truly plan to go, but then I sleep through FIVE ALARMS in my car or I have to get my mom from the airport or Dan from work, or or or.
I think I miss more class unintentionally than I do on purpose/out of laziness.
Now, I suppose it can be argued that sleeping through class is due to laziness, but I really don’t think that was the case (in this particular circumstance). I really did plan/try/want(?) to go. Sure, I’ve skipped class because I just didn’t want to go, but (at least this year) more often than not, something (at least mostly) out of my control happens to prevent me from going.
Maybe God or nature or fate or whatever is trying to send me a sign.
But probably not.

Third, grades are so fucking stupid. Tests are stupid. Homework is stupid.
To try and boil down the pursuit of knowledge is stupid.
The one thing that separates us from animals is our brain/ability to think (obviously animals can think, but not quite to the same degree as most of us [hopefully])/etc (and opposable thumbs [for the most part]) and we reduce it down to a single number or letter? Oddly enough, it’s probably the most intellectually deficient way to measure/quantify intelligence.
I should be learning because I want to learn. I shouldn’t be trying to learn so I can bubble in the correct bubble or fill in the right blank or for that big, fat, red A on the top of a paper. Fuck you, grades. I don’t need you. (Sorry, mom.)

That was not as eloquent as I had hoped it would be, but it’ll do.

And to you, Japanese, upon proofreading, I just convinced myself give you another shot. Even if you’ll get me bad grades. Even if you are a fickle bitch-dog. I’ll learn the shit out of you because I want to.
(But hey, if you wanted to start giving me better grades, I won’t complain.) 

Stop scratching and clawing and pawing at the insides of my head,
Just let go, come here, and lie with me in bed.

Brain,
Stop being a shit-brain!
Stop being shit, brain!
Stop, shit-brain!
Shit, brain.
Shit.

Stop.

Upcoming midterm.
Doing everything I can to procrastinate.
Maybe I should power nap… but that never works and I just end up sleeping forever.

PULL IT TOGETHER, MAN. 

Okay, I’ll start at 12.
I hope… 

*EDIT (12:49 AM): Screw it, power nap time. See you in half an hour, Endocrinology.

** EDIT (4:31 AM): Shit.

At work, I’m supposed to greet people from the fitting rooms as they get to my floor at the top of the stairs. So usually I just yell “Hey, how’s it going?” or “How’re you doing?” or something like that.

The other day, I was processing go backs and folding clothes and whatever it is I do at work. Customers were coming and going per usual, I was greeting them in and bidding them farewell and all, nothing special there.
Then this one guy who was way too excited about life came up and changed all of that.

“Hey, how’s it going?”
”ULTIMATE! How about you?!”

I thought that was weird. 

I’ve heard that memories are priceless,
But how did I end the day with no memories and no money?

And somewhere along the line my face got fucked up.

Oh well, all in all, a good memorable weekend.
Here’s to the memories that won’t be remembered. 

I’ll see you next year, Treasure Island.

The one time I try to access my school e-mail account to get on to studying for my two midterms that are rapidly approaching (t-minus less than 8 hours away), my e-mail is down for maintenance.

Haha lame. I haven’t started anything at all and now I need to, but am literally unable to. Uh oh.

James Mercer and Isaac Brock should make (more) music together.

Just sayin’.

Now.
And it happened so fast.

I just had a tickle in my throat for the past two days, but I thought it was getting better. Today I was fine at work, I was fine when I got off of work at 7, but then by the time I got to the tutee’s house at 8, I was dying. Not sure how anything could have happened in the interim, but I guess it did.

From a simple cough to blurry vision; hot, hot, hot heat, numb (and hot) appendages, they feel heavy; but all cold at the same time. Fever, hot sweats, cold sweats, laborious breathing, volcano like pressure behind the eyes and forehead, and just my whole body feels like it is about to explode.

Never saw it coming.
Hopefully sleep will help.

This was a pretty pointless post.

A collection of thoughts:

These days I’m finding myself just exhausted all the time.
My odometer tells me I’m driving over 250 miles a day.
Midterms are coming up sometime this week (should probably look into that), but I haven’t learned a single thing yet.
I’m getting up at like 5 every day, then not getting home until after I get Dan to work at like 11:30 in the eveningtime.
So tired, all day, every day.

But on the other hand, I really like that my parents are gone.
My moms in vacation in Europe, on a cruise by now I think. I hope shes having a good time.
And my dad is still around doing whatever the fuck he does. He stops by the house like once a day, but that’s usually while I’m at school. 
But in the end, I’m just at home alone, and I rather like it.
It’s not even that I’m doing things I wouldn’t if they were here, but… I’m not sure I can adequately explain it.
It’s just nice.

Happy birthday. 

Informative and relevant!
Sleep time, maybe more clear blog entry to come.

Side note: Fast Five was hilarious and awesome (in a ridiculous sort of way, if you’re in to that kind of thing.)
Too much bloat, not enough drunk. 

First time I see/hear from my dad in days and the first thing I hear is him yelling at me.
Why didn’t I walk the dogs yet? Because it’s 6 in the morning, asshole.
Macaulay Culkin ain’t lookin’ so bad right now.

• Woke up at way too early o’ clock to get Dan from work in Sacramento.
• Picked him up and then went straight to Davis for class.
• Got out of school at 12, immediately left to get Dan to some meeting back home in Roseville.
• Picked up Dan from said meeting in Roseville at 3.
• Went to work after dropping him back off at home.
• Closed at work around 9:45, arrived kid’s house to tutor calculus at 10.
• After tutoring, left immediately to drive Dan back to work in Sacramento.
• Came home and complained about it on tumblr.

Agenda for tomorrow:

• Get Dan from work at 6:30 in the morning.
• Class.
• Drive home.
• Go back to Davis for class (have to complete this step and the preceding one in two hours. Not hard, but still annoying.) 
• Get back home to tutor.
• And then tutor again.
• And then possibly pick up Dan from work.