As My Mind Falls Down

So I finished those 40 hours...and then some. It wasn't all bad; just horribly, horribly tedious. Complain this bitch. I really just hated how nothing I did, no matter how cheery I faked it just wasn't "helpful enough". Helpful this assholes. I'm done; and if Lady Luck swings my way, I may never have to see you again.

Nothing's really wrong. It's just that goddamn carryover course. I can't believe that I'll be expected to finish a course that I remember jack shit about in a matter of two months. Maximum. Oh hell...my head hurts just thinking about the coming school year. I know I'll turn out fine, by some miracle, but I don't want to depend on miracles for my successes, I want to depend on what God gave me...me. I don't know what they'll really drop in order for me to finish this course, I hope that its something somewhat light, like Philosophy. How I hope that I won't be screwed over when it counts. I know what has to be done to succeed, however, I really don't like it. Eh...fuck. I guess we all have to do shit we don't like sometime or another...

This Week In My Life...Whatever Date It May Be

Hell. I started my volunteering job on the 6th...working 8 hour days...downtown. Have to wake up at 6 AM...but it's not so bad. Beats the crap out of sitting around the house all day doing diddly shit. Besides, the 40 mandatory hours will finally be completed.

So this week, I went on vacation. To a little place called Tobermory, where then air is so fresh it practically cleans out your lungs. Damn that was some fresh air. That was most likely the most relazing time I've ever had in my life. Or so I thought. Then we rode a ferry (more like a cruise) to Manitoulin Island...where the air is even fresher. And damn....that boat rise sure was refreshing. Going away to the northern part of Ontario was a really damn good idea.Two days of four that took, then on the third day, we went to a slightly bigger town called Kincardine. A nice place to visit, and I wouldn't mind going there a few more times. Then came the long ride home. Hmm...it seems that vacation is a whole lot better before the trip home. Nevertheless, a very good vacation...with lots of time to think and sort things out.