I'm excited

I have a midterm tomorrow and I have a firm conversational knowledge of all the material that will be asked of me… but nothing more.
What this means is, if you were to ask me what “crisis of accumulation and spatial fix” meant while we were sitting in a pub and there was someone more knowledge at the table (who was obviously too drunk to answer this question themselves), I would be able to hold my own without causing the previously mentioned expert to snort something incoherent and shake their head in an uncontrollable manner.

I have no idea why I’m excited about this.
I think I get high on academic pressure situations.

My God. I have a prof who is most likely quite adept at searching for people on the internet. If he were inclined to go searching for my name, I wonder how difficult it would be to find me. Back when I had that weird legal trouble that I will still not mention because there is/could be/who knows whatthefcuk is going on with that in the works, I attempted to remove any mention of my last name and this website.
Regardless, it’s out there.
I can’t avoid it.

There is no such thing as an anonymous website.
whoopee (lower case)

Of course, this begs the question, “Why on earth would the man be googling one out of his 60 or so students?”
Yes, I know, I’m shaking my head too.

I’m also excited because come September, D goes back to school to study something he’s talked about for the entire time we’ve been together. He’s only recently found a school which will teach him the skills he wants to learn and low and behold, it’s here in the city.
See? We were living here for some asinine reason!

Whoopee (upper case)

Every once and awhile, I start to see my life in a series of steps to the future. During these times, I don’t feel the need to make plans, reassess my life, or fantasize about what I should or could or might drastically do.

I’m not fantasizing.
Well, not about my life.