I'm sick of thinking. Some days I just want to sit and think about nothing. That would never happen, though, because there are always millions of thoughts running through my head at any given moment. But the thoughts just don't make sense. They're half-thoughts, and there's no use trying to communicate them to anyone. I'm not an active thinker by nature, which I think most other people are, or at least the people I'm usually around seem to be. I think about pointless things and in effect miss the big picture, which is why it's easy for me to lose focus all the time. I also hate typing about any of this knowing that someone will eventually read it because I know that no one wants to hear about my issues.
That said, I refuse to ramble on about them.
I think I'm going to have to drop my composition class and replace it with a three-hour-long "Intro. To Sociology" class that meets on Tuesday evenings, which makes me want to shoot myself. The fact that the new class meets once a week for three hours and deals with topics I couldn't care less about doesn't bother me as much as the idea of leaving my Comp. II class. I love that class. The professor is a short, clever woman with black-rimmed glasses and a voice that's almost as unforgettable as her hair, the brightest strawberry blonde I've ever seen. She makes me laugh and she makes me think, both qualities I find to be extremely endearing.
I think God is trying to wipe Oklahoma City University off the map. Last night, a torrential downpour, complete with lightning and hail, soaked the entire campus. There's a parking lot behind the music school that's especially tricky to traverse during a rainstorm because of how dark and shiny the asphalt gets when it gets covered with water. It makes it difficult to tell where the water is deep and where it's shallow, which is how I soaked my Chuck Taylors last night before leaving for church choir. Interestingly enough, I didn't see a single earthworm on any sidewalk last night.
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