Whoa. College.

Well, college is hard. I would articulate upon that, but I have way too many things to write and trains to catch. Today has been a constant struggle to resist stabbing everybody on the street with the metal wire from my notebook, before blacking out in the crosswalk and letting a UPS truck mutilate me. Heh. I imagine the delivery truck crushing my bones and leaving two crimson ruts of smeared Connor all over the pavement, and the camera pans out over the scene as a spokesman says "What can Brown do for you?" I'll tell you what you can do UPS. Write my papers. Prevent me from doing idiotic things to the people who love me. Remind that I'm never as smart as I think I am. Punch me in the face every once in a while to humble me. Blehg. I'm a fool. I have things planned for later this week, but for now I have to skee-daddle before I fail out of college.
- Con