FOUR DAYS. On Monday, I turn 22 years of age. That is in no means old; unless you're talking the eairly years of Cilvilization. At this point it would not be umcommon for me to have a few kids, maybe even a second wife. Thank god it's not like that now. I am old if you look at it this way. My, supected grandfathter died at 47 years old. I am old if I die at 66 years old. That would mean I have lived a third of my life already. I am actually hoping to live to be 100, atleast that way I have another three years, before I turn and say I've live 1/4 of my life. I just wanna know why for the first time I am NOT looking forward to my birthday? The next big birthday I have to look forward to is my 25th. Then nothing until my 55th (I plan on retireing by then).

Let's see...

I have my classes looks like I will be in MT.P about once everyday Monday through Friday. Mondays are gonna suck I have to be out there twice in one day. I will be taking two Gegraphy classes, a technical teaching class, and I can't remeber my other class. Winter semester looks to be fun. I will be able to take my Nazi Germany history class, and another class of my choice. But I will have to take one math class and another upper class so I can be in the school of ED by the fall. I geuss it will be fun. I just wanna get done. Delta screwed me so bad. I only have 32 credits. "Every credit transfer from Delta to any Michigan college." my transcripts say differently.

What else...

I had a wierd dream last night. I was at this party (don't know at who's house) Jeff, Anna, Rachel, Kraig, Jake, Kelly, and a bunch more from school were in it. I walked in the dark and loud room. The air was thick with smoke, both tobacco and weed. I hear this voice calling out to me and gives me a drink. "drink up you're gonna need it." I thought that was a queer thing to say. I have my drink and I start to walk and walk. I see a light (usually I don't fallow the light, cuz of all the stories you hear about bright lights when you're dreaming) I follow it. I see everybody I just keep asking why are you all like that talk, move, something. I rember say "hey no ass talk." She didn't even hit me. Then I noticed this dark figure runing I chase saying "what the hell happened?" I just keep running and running... Next thing I know I'm in the bathroom run in place with my alarm going off. I don't get it.