A Truth.

Four weeks into a magical world of mediocrity the Treasure Valley likes to call "College of Western Idaho", aka the community college I am currently (begrudgingly) attending.

I'm halfway between a "FUCK THIS PLACE" and "Well. . . this is alright!" statement when talking about my new institution.

The Financial Aid department can suck a ring of throbbing anus. You don't have mile long lines outside of your office at 9am anymore-- why aren't you processing my paperwork? We're almost a month in and I still don't have my financial aid. I don't have my books.

On that note, I think my English professor thinks I'm an asshole. . . unfortunately, I feel a little entitled to being a bit cocky in an English class, as that is my major, and at good ol' College of Idaho I was taking 300 level literature classes. . . granted, I was pulling C's in them, but that's not the point. (Yes it is) She's basically trying to teach a 102 composition class and I'm in the back, trying to make it as complicated as possible because. . . that's what I do.

The drive is shorter, the people are far less intimidating, and I feel far less inadequate about taking two years off between high school and college. A good portion of my classmates are well over 25. This makes my age old 21 year old self feel much, much better.

And of course, being myself, I have to look at everyone, pick out their flaws and decide if they're better than me or not. If they are? I need to pick apart why or become better in that sense. It's much like playing tetris on facebook, where you can see the next persons score.

I feel like, at this point, the most important thing is to have a plan. Unfortunately, that is stressing me out and not actually working. . . just because I think it's important, it's really goddamned not. I keep freaking out about two semesters from now, two years from now. . . where I'm going to grad school. What I'm doing with my life. When I have a have a full time job, how much of my free time am I going to dedicate to writing? and art? How long am I going to wait before trying to get published?

I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm freaking out. I should probably stop writing this because it's giving me the jitters. So long and good night.