"Bird." -Betsy Collins, legendary

The emo stage has ceased, my apologies for being melodramatic. A new day has dawned, the cock has crowed (at least I can already joke about it, right?). I actually felt a new calm today, maybe because my ambitions have aligned. I found my perfect career: professional scheduler. I only have one class on Mondays and Fridays, at 10, first! I'm taking three of my five remaining core classes, the fruits of my previous indecisiveness in choosing a major. I'll also have a News Writing class, as an outlet to quench my language thirst, because how will I live without creating these little blurbs, in all their ineloquence? A tragic thought indeed. I may just have to continue Incessant(ly) Rambling.