Just another day of the same.

You wake up and the first thing you see is the same popcorn ceiling you went to sleep under. Another night of tossing and turning. You wake with your skin clammy because you have two comforters on the bed. Hey, it is getting closer to winter, you would think the added warmth would be welcome; no such luck. The night is frequently interrupted by the need to urinate. Maybe you shouldn't drink so much water before bed but all the sunflower seeds are so damn good you can fall asleep on the recliner in front of the television and wake to t-shirt peppered with seed shells. Just missed the plastic bag you had on your chest for convenience. So you get out of bed and take your shower reminding yourself that you will need to wash your sweaty bed sheets before you can sleep in them again. Lying down on clammy sheets just does not feel right. You dry off, brush your teeth and then think well shit, I am gonna have to brush them again after I eat. All well. So you eat your breakfast and brush your teeth again and head off to school where you get to sit in classes that you don't want to take but must to fulfill your general education requirements. On and on the professors might ramble about nothingness. You start to like them less and less especially when they tell the girl who badly needs to use the restroom that she cant. What do you tell her? Hey, piss on his floor. You are not paying for these classes and therefore paying his salary so that he can tell you or others you cannot use the restroom. What if you develop a urinary tract infection. That son of a...well you know how it goes. Why the hell is your time being wasted by these professors trying to teach, basically, ancient history. You should be graded or "judged" by others based on your character and ideology, not whether you placed a comma in the correct spot or forgot the second "d" in wordage. Or even marked down for using a word like amongst which is a word, when the teacher prefers to see "among" instead. Hell you make it high up enough on any ladder and you have someone else writing for you anyway.              This is my first attempt at a blog and it will get much better. I am fully aware even as i write this that i am probably the only person who is ever going to read it.    If by chance you have anything you would like me to discuss in my blog, feel free to comment.  And wordage is spelt correctly. The teacher is just a dumbass and thought there was a second D.