Take me to Glasgow...

...Or, to be honest, just about anywhere that isn't here. New Zealand would be awesome and probably my first pick.

Hell, even Arrakis would also be awesome, provided I met up with some Fremen and got to learn how to ride a giant sandworm. And it's a barren desert planet under the control of a psychopath who says things like "Milk the white cat!"

So that should tell you just how much I really don't want to be here. And yet...I'm not miserable. I'm frustrated, and stressed, and a little ticked off at all my teachers. But I'm not strictly unhappy.

What. I know. Maybe it's because I haven't been rejected from college yet?

Then again, I don't plan on worrying about college. Where I go, I go. And there I shall either be happy, or I won't be there at all for more than a year. One way or another, I am determined that things shall work out. Besides, what else the Internet for except to make a horrible place less horrible? I have Skype, and I have GoogleTalk and four email accounts and also a cell phone that I never use but STILL.

I also have this blog, however much comfort that provides (a surprising amount, actually). I'll probably be just as sporadic a poster as I was when I first created it, but whatever. The point stands. See, I'm not entirely sure whether or not I want to freak out about college, and at this point it looks like a big fat NO.

To quote: Once there was an ugly barnacle. It was so ugly that everybody died. The end.

That's how I feel about college.