So, second day of classes. Really doesn't feel like anything changed in the long run. My roommate is still cool. I live next door to fucking rabbits who fuck all the time. My classes changed though and I'm realizing that the last thing I like in this world is a Philosophy class. Where the hell are people pulling out all this shit from the text? I read the same thing that I didn't get any of those deep solutions to the misery of human experience. I just got sleepy.
But I think I like my Russian Lit. professor. She seems nice. Anyway, there's no point in conjuring the future. It's never set in stone. Although apparently it is set in stone that this Friday Igor is coming back for his shot glass and we're celebrating the beginning of spring quarter. Is it even celebration?