POKEY HOORAY

I'm writing hurriedly because I woke up late and then had to field another tech support call from my dad (he once again started hitting return at the end of every line of his essay, despite the fact that I had already told him not to on two separate occasions. This makes three.), so this is really really clumsy logically. But ah well.

Begin rantthing:

Valentine's Day is a stupid holiday.
( no, trust me, this isn't just eternallysinglegirl bitterness )

Cognitive dissonance?

I feel good about my future.

I'm looking at four more years of college on top of the three I've done so far (counting this semester as part of the three done years since it's pretty much set in stone schedule-wise). I'm looking at having to work while I'm in college to save up for when I go to move out afterwards. I'm looking at very possibly having to work just to stay in college if I can't get a scholarship (although considering my GPA and my poverty, again, securing aid of one form or another shouldn't be too hard). I'm looking at having to take a C++ class this summer so I'm ready to dive into compsci major classes next year. Overall, I'm looking at a road that's going to be long and hard and that's going to keep me from where I want to be for a long time.

But it's a road. It leads somewhere. At the end, assuming I stick with it, I'll have a degree, I'll have money, and I'll be able to take the first plane outta here.

Four years isn't so long.

Well, four and a half, really, considering this semester has only just started. Still not long.

I'll be graduated and ready to go at age 25.

Cool.

Now, I nap.