In Other News

Okay, I just checked my grades again. One B+ so far, GPA slightly spiraled up but the semester’s over!—and I’m sure I failed…something. So, lemme sit back and watch the F’s roll in.

I spent the night with my Romie the other night. We had very stimulating conversation
Very stimulating sex and very stimulating sleep. He spooned me. World-ClasS spooned me.

He’s been urging me to live in the dorms at school, which is what the conversation was about. RomiE thinks it’ll be the best for me and my [not-yet-diagnosed] ADD. I’ll be immersed in the culture of the school, live not but moments from work so on those dreadful Monday nights/Tuesday mornings I won’t have to struggle so hard getting home. It sounds pretty fair. My deepest concerns are the finances. How practical is it for me to live in the dorms. I’ll check it out though. It’ll definitely be on my mind ESP if I fail something this semester. I wonder how much better I’d do with my education not having to worry about the commute AND actually commuting. That’s a huge hassle. But what if I can’t stand my roommate, and he farts to much or ISN”T gay friendly. But then again, it’s Columbia…it’s a gay school. But what if he’s a smoker, or a partier, or swinger? What if he turns our room into Mans Country the cum and fuck, or Columbia, the Coco Dorms? That won’t bode so well for my education now would it? I mean sure I’ll be immersed in the culture; boy booty deep, preferably, but I’d never get any homework done! The goal is to complete college NOW while my patience hasn’t run thin. There aren’t any breaks with this college. Either I do it now, or it doesn’t happen. I could see myself getting lazy and not wanting to return if I were to take off a semester or three. So I need to remain on task. Focus, Ken, focus.

In Other News:

I’ve conquered mountains at work! I prepped a whopping 200 on Monday. I made rate!—which, again, is one of those money factory terms of flipping/counting 200 envelopes per hour…and I finally made rate. I counted exactly 200…well, 199 point 8 something…so I rounded it up to 200, but it’s all the same.

And...

Kim, my older sister, graduated from her culinary program last Saturday... and RomiE was invited.