This Summer Shit is for the Birds...

So, in order to graduate in December, your boy had to take summer courses and the summer is usually really chill... you go to class, come back, chill with the other people who decided to take some summer classes, get into some dumb shit and do it all again the next day...

However, that's not really happening... granted, I do have a room to myself and only really know one person here on campus but you would still think that people would be more easy going... I guess I'm just expecting too much...

My classes seem like they're going to be easy as hell though, so that's always a good thing... guess I should just get crackin' on the 360... however, I must speak on my psych class... first off, my teacher is dumb as fuck... her answer to every question is "I don't know but I'll look it up for you and find the answer..." it's the first week, B!! Are we really supposed to be perplexing you like this? LOL... I could see if it's towards the end of the semester and we've developed enough to ask you some really complex things but people are askin' simple ass shit...

But as dumb as she is, she's not as annoying as this other nigga in my class who won't shut the fuck up... this dude stays making wild random comments that don't have shit to do with anything in an attempt to seem like the smartest dude in the class... you know... that one overachieving ass motherfucker who feels like he's gotta show everybody just how much he knows... miss me with that shit...

Everything else is cool though, I guess... I'm not complaining... at least I'm not trying to...


Ya'll be easy...