Acadamia

Acadamia. Pfft. High School is finally over for me, and now it's on to the next level of Hell: college. UAH [University AT HOME] Or the University of Alabama in Huntsville. It blows chunks that I have to stay in town, where my parents live. With all luck, I'll be in a dorm and I'll be able to float around the city enough to completely avoid them. Yech. At least I get to see all of my friends, eventually. When they come home . . . And my girlfriend will only be two hours away. Only. If I were attending a different alma mater, I could say that I'd be even less than that away [coughgeorgiatechcough]. [sigh] Oh well. Life sucks. I should know that. This is just an attestment to it. Yipee.

College would be great if I was going anywhere where I wasn't living at home. I would be greatly appreciative if someone would offer to give me a job where they would just pay for my housing. I would take a second job to pay for everything else, and I would be sooo happy. I would be happy enough to get down on my knees and gladly give oral service, male or female. I would have a smile on my face while I did it, too.

Anyway, life at UAH sucks becaue I live at home. Otherwise, it's OK. I'd rather be going to an older school, because the classrooms at UAH are just too much of a 60's architechtural style, which is to say, hideous. I like buildings that look like they were meant to be buildings, rather that some idiot's monument to bad taste.