I seem to be following a pattern.

Things are looking up lately. School fucking rocks again, because I have made approximately 590235843529834 new friends in my new program. The actual work load, on the other hand, is starting to worry me a tiny bit. I got four classes, besides Yoga, and they're three hours, four hours and six hours long. My breaks are short, and I'm dropping English. I've seen better schedules. My books are incredibly expensive too. I miss Lit, but not enough to go back.

Pagan Club's open again and of course, I'm being sucked back into an executive position. I'm kind of glad, honestly. Secretary should be fun. Once I have my laptop, I can do the minutes quickly and considering no one's running against me, I pretty much have the position already. Also, I'm splitting my responsibilities with Tara, since she can't run seeing how she's not a day student this semester. It should be pretty cool.

Lastly, I seem to have the most rotten luck in the world. I've met the man of my dreams. He's beautifully tall, medium build and gorgeous enough to melt my bones. Not to mention he's super-nice and funny and I love him.

He's also a flaming homosexual.

Life is so unfair.