An angsty oblivion…

Gaa! My classes this semester SUCK! I have one good professor (or maybe I have a few good profs, and one great prof). One. Yaar! I mean, most of them are pretty accomplished (books published, one former CEO of FedEx Asia, one adjunct professor at Berkley…) but … I mean, maybe they would be better if my classmates were better … could teach the classes at a higher level … something. I guess I am at Montana State University, but…

I’ve realized over the last few days that the Procrastinator (shiny new website: montana.edu/procrastinator (put together by Carter)) is my top priority for the coming school year. But it’s also my second top priority. (In the past four days, for example, I’ve given the PIT a sixteen hour day, a thirteen hour day, and today a twelve hour day…) Then school settles in somewhere around third priority. There’s NO reason for me to not get a solid 4.0 this semester. Then recreation / the house / Green Club / dating fills somewhere in the fourth priority area…

Ha. As an amusing side note, I’ve dated two girls in my 21 years of life … and I have classes with both of them this semester. Heh. Go figure.

Nyaar.

Did I mention? Before I left for the Winds / Tetons, I got my motorcycle working? And, did I mention, that before I left for the Winds / Tetons, it broke again? I don’t even know what could be wrong. I haven’t had the heart (much less the time) to investigate. I think I’m just going to winterize it, and think about it next spring. Then probably spend all of next summer fixing it again… hopefully fixing it right, this time… Why didn’t I just buy a Honda? Talk about a source of angst. Angst!

Two … two two two. (Sorry … internal train of thought, there.)

I almost told someone to have a good weekend today. Today, being Tuesday. I guess, somehow, in the back of my mind, it feels like it’s almost the weekend… Maybe that’s just the result of two eighteen hour days on campus…

Well, I think I’m going to go to bed. And I’ll probably set my alarm for late. If I sleep through Econ 302… who cares? And if I keep sleeping, and don’t make it to Econ 301… who cares? We’re just doing math review right now (not that my math couldn’t use a little review, but…).

That’s all. I can’t even think or something funny to add in conclusion So I’ll just let my words trail off to an angsty oblivion…

About Mark Egge

Two truths and a lie: Mark Egge is an outdoor enthusiast, opera singer, and a transportation data scientist. He lives in Bozeman, Montana.
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4 Responses to An angsty oblivion…

  1. markegge says:

    ANGST!

  2. markegge says:

    Ha. There.

  3. Katie says:

    Are you taking B-Law with McCarty?

  4. markegge says:

    True. He’s very accomplished…