Shit be changin' yo

My Precious is back together with a new mainspring and it's delightful. Meanwhile I now have a .edu email address, am about to gain another, and am staring down the barrel of 7am to 5pm with an hour to drive 15 miles and eat a sandwich in between. On the one hand, gonna be crazy. On the other hand, Porsche.

When I'm done with this ridonkulous odyssey I'll have 500 credits under my belt; I only know this because I had to get my damn transcripts from nineteen diggity nine and it appears I wasn't that great a student on balance. Don't care, Porsche. I live like a goddamn pirate and can do obnoxious shit like go to ten hours of classes eight months out of the year without quitting my job, giving up my bennies or diminishing my pension so pay attention kidz, grades are nice'an all but they sure ain't the beallendall.

The weather turned nice. I need to lay out a shelter to hide my Don't Care Porsche in while I'm busy earning money and also putting the ECM back into my hyperexotic italian dualsport. Because when school starts I'm going to be that really annoying old guy with the really douchey car and the really douchey bike and fuck you kidz I own three goddamn pairs of Gargoyles and I wear them every.goddamn.day.

Guy in my class. Incredible artist. Brother wrote Sideways. He thinks "Three-fingered Elgin" (which is what My Precious is) is an awesome pirate name. He's not wrong.

Edited to add all the .sigs from both faculties list their pronoun preference, and that when i visited campus last week a chick in like Marshall's stuff walked at 45 degrees to get to the far side of the walkway from me when I smiled at her, and then she took a selfie. College is fuckin' weird and I ain't even up in there yet.