You can't see me now, but my hair is straight and I'm wearing make-up =)

Second day of torture. Better than the first, I guess. In guitar, I only sat around as people "jammed" all at the same time...those experienced bastards. In Government, I was surprised, we didn't really do anything. Humanities...is humanities. Blah. Maybe its my lack of sleep. Makes me irritable. I'm still trying to get used to this shit. Again. And then...it'll be over, right? No more six-hour prison schedules? I don't know. I want to get out so bad. Anyway, instead of doing this right now, I should be writing my "What is man?" paper which is due tomorrow, but I have a bit of writer's block. I can't even get a good hook for my intro. Damnit. See you, and I know I would rather be you than me.