I'm straining to be positive right now. So much so it looks like I'm about to have a bowel movement if I strain any harder. Wouldn't that be something?
Bystander: Dude, what happened? Why do you smell like poo?
Me: Well I was straining so hard to be postive about a dismal situation that I shit my pants instead.
Bystander: Don't you think that might be straining too hard?
Me: Maybe.
That would at least make for a good story. Plus it would make a sweet point regarding my failing "can-do" attitude at work.
Sigh*
Now I'm in class waiting for the course to even begin. This campus smells like the Lagoon theme park on a busy Friday night. A mixture of cigarette smoke, bad cologne, vomit, and teenage carnies fill the air of the SLCC Redwood campus. Not a pleasant smell to be around. Even the sights are somewhat similar. Tooth decayed douchebags carry on about irrelevant conversations smothered in unnecessary jargon to create the illusion of an intelligent conversation. The only thing missing here is mediocre roller coasters, crying babies and overpriced fried food. I guess I would take Lagoon over this any day, but still.
I'm going to try to remain positive for the last 3 hours of my day.
Maybe it will yield better results this time.
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