"I've got to get out of here"

That's what I think every time I'm in math class around break.

As a night class, I think it puts me in a peculiar position where I learn at a faster rate because I hope to get out early. Of course, everyone else needs many examples (and I admit some are useful variations for me), but it makes me stuck. I wish it could get out earlier; the extra time bothers me, but the X building does more so: it smells like a mix of hospitals and cheap motels.

I suppose if I don't have anywhere better to be (AKA, have little hope of something happening that night), I'll stay in class. It keeps me off the streets.
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At work the river cooter had some intestine looking thing hanging out its rear, so we all packed up and went to the vet. I pet a friendly cat which looked like a smokey mountain during a fading sunset while the vet assistant said our turtle's penis had extended and couldn't return to the sheath. Not sure what will happen with that turtle, or that cat.

We went to the Dogwood Canyon which is going to be the newest Audubon center in the area. I was digging up privet when the shovel popped up and cast the handle into my groin. It didn't hurt until I got home, and now I'm sore and my poison ivy itches. At least my kayaking wounds are healing.

For lunch we all went to Chik-fil-a. I brought my organic lunch. There were a ton of people there, supposedly because it's the suburbs so many of the families live out in the Cedar Hill area. It's a shame mothers submit their children to that food; but, after that, I submitted myself to some Braum's iced cream! I contradict like that. The Braum's we went to didn't have any entirely absurd photographs on the wall, which was too bad.
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I utilized my texting ability to chat with Dandelion throughout the day. She said she didn't think I really understand her, though I may know her. I told her I will likely never know or understand her as she truly is, because we really can't know other people outside of ourselves. This is very different from my claims of wanting to figure her out when we first met. I'm not sure why the perspective changed. I've been feeling much more plateaued about our relationship, more calm and "hippie-ish" she might say. Of course, the waters may change, but I hope this feeling sticks around a bit - I think she prefers this mood.

"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes." -Whitman