I am exhausted from one full day of school. To zoom in closer to the details, I am exhausted from my first day of [going to all six of my goddamn hour-long] classes. It was the first day of classes spring semester, signifying that I am now a second semester sophomore - this is worth absolutely fuckel. A vast majority of my close friends are second semester seniors and screaming it out with justified satisfaction. They bellow it ["Whoooo! Second Semester Seniors!"] at the top of their lungs and smile this contented smile as their eyes fix on me and it hits them, "she's not graduating with us...." They avert their eyes, make a lighthearted chuckle and say something like "whoo! second semester sophomore!" as they nick my shoulder with a light punch. I am not bothered by the reaction they give me or their justified bellows, but I am bothered by the fact that my parents didn't meet and marry two years earlier at the least. Damn you parents! Bastards are just like those fucking pandas in captivity that don't fornicate to save their motherfucking species. Hell if I was a panda, and all that was asked of me in return for lodging, food, and adoration [and prodding] was to have sex with a panda that I'm sure is pretty damn attractive, as most pandas are attractive, I would have sex with that panda in a heartbeat. So all you pandas out there reading this lame weblog, I beseech you, I implore you, I beg of you to look to that foxy looking panda next to you and just consider it. Come on, I'm sure you have before, so just consider it more wholeheartedly...do it, for the kids.
