yeah, you know i can make you happy
i could change your life if you give me that chance to be your man
i wont let you down baby if you give me that chance

First Day @ LPC
Jhermaine got to my house at the ripe early time of 3:00 to head out to LPC. I didn't have any paper or anything to write stuff down on, so we made a quick trip to Target, where I bought six spiral notebooks at the bargain price of 15 cents, oh baby. I heard that the non-spiral ones were 37 cents last week, so I guess I missed out on that, boo. We got there around 4:30 PM, and there weren't too many cars there. We went to see the transfer counselor, and she helped out and answered some of our questions. Both of us then made SEP appointments (Student Education Plan) for sometime in September to talk about our transfer plans to Berkeley and Los Angeles, respectively, in detail. We then went to the library for fifteen minutes or so and just sat. Our first class, Brain, Mind, and Behavior started at 5:30, but the normal instructor wasn't there, so some other dude was there instead and he talked briefly on different topics in the course. It sounded like our normal teacher was really popular and cool, so that's something to look foward to. The janky thing about that class is that the guy who was in our class today was the one that put our "textbook" together. It's not even a book... it's more of a binding of all his outlines and junk that costs 50 dollars. We were let out at 6:00, half hour into class and forty give minutes early haha. That left us nothing to do, so we went to Costco to eat dinner and walk around a bit. I saw this one reallly cool thing that I wanted to buy. Hopefully in the near future, I'll have the right reason to buy it. I think it'd be really great. We then went back around 7:00, and chilled in the library a bit. We then went to our Precal class at 7:25, and it was supposed to start at 7:30 but turns out the custodian did not unlock the doors, so we waited outside for about an extra five minutes or so. That class is pretty janky, I should say. It's a friggin Chemistry class, man. Microscopes, other various scientific tools and appartuses I do not know the names to, and lab benches, three chairs per table. The teacher, we think, is a single guy. I think he's gonna be another Sousa... punk when it comes to grading and tests, but otherwise a cool guy, we'll see. He let us out early, too, about an hour or so. I gave ol' Benny a ride to the gas station, and Jhermaine and I bounced and came back to CV.

"It started smoking."
-"You fried the computer again?"
"No, my chicken bake and pizza."