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Sep. 4th, 2008 01:55 pmSo yeah, first day of classes. It's been a mixed bag, but mostly good. Getting up for my 9 am class is going to be hard, but doable. I did eight am classes my last semester at HCC, and I can do this. I got into Italian, and I already heart my professor, so we'll see how that goes. Lots of homework, but I can do it. I got kicked from my yoga class because I was five minutes late due to getting lost, but I'll live being as now I have three hours to nap after Italian. My Good and Evil class is gonna be awesome. I already like the Professor who is this adorable gay guy. This is good being as he's going to be teaching my law class as well. So, the only unknown is the allegory class. Tomorrow I'll have had all of my classes. Woot.
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I am currently scanning in HoL for my game this year, and if anyone wants a copy of the pdf, drop me a line. Library computers kinda suck for me, which is made of fail. Anyway. Being back at MH is kinda weird, because in so many ways, it's kinda like I never left. The room's different (and haunted as I've said) but it many ways it's so the same. Granted, firsties in blue bother me, because blue is a color that belongs to Trina and Erin and Nicole and those folks. Also, the class of 2012 makes me feel so much older. I will be...32 when these guys graduate. HOLY FUCKING SHIT OLD. GOD. Anyway, now that's done. One freak out per day, that's all I'm allowing myself. Five minutes to OH GOD FUCK WORLD ENDING and then back to work. I can do this and get good grades. I get how to do this scanny deal, so now I'll read and do everything I need to do.
Woohoo. And now I need to see my family today, for the loss. But I need to do shopping and stuff. Invest in enegry drink stock. There will be much of it needed...
Also, make my brain work people!
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I am currently scanning in HoL for my game this year, and if anyone wants a copy of the pdf, drop me a line. Library computers kinda suck for me, which is made of fail. Anyway. Being back at MH is kinda weird, because in so many ways, it's kinda like I never left. The room's different (and haunted as I've said) but it many ways it's so the same. Granted, firsties in blue bother me, because blue is a color that belongs to Trina and Erin and Nicole and those folks. Also, the class of 2012 makes me feel so much older. I will be...32 when these guys graduate. HOLY FUCKING SHIT OLD. GOD. Anyway, now that's done. One freak out per day, that's all I'm allowing myself. Five minutes to OH GOD FUCK WORLD ENDING and then back to work. I can do this and get good grades. I get how to do this scanny deal, so now I'll read and do everything I need to do.
Woohoo. And now I need to see my family today, for the loss. But I need to do shopping and stuff. Invest in enegry drink stock. There will be much of it needed...
Also, make my brain work people!
Don't ask me what I mean.
Aug. 22nd, 2008 11:27 pmSo yeah, so awake right now. I do not have a brain tumor! So, in other words "it's not a tumah!" *Said of course in a total Anhuld voice. Instead, I have hypothyroidism and a vitamin D deficiency. So, yeah, simple blood test, pills and in a few days I should be feeling awesome again. Well, by awesome I mean my normal self. My vitamin D was so low that they couldn't even detect it. So, I'm on pills and was told to "go out into the sunshine for christ sake." My goal? To sit in the sun while I smoke my whole clove. Two birds, one stone. Anyway, yeah. Not dying, not killing. Drinking vodka energy drinks so I will likely be up for a while. Fail. Long day. School in T-10. Woohoo.
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Mar. 14th, 2008 12:16 amSo yeah, I'm listening to Brownlow's lecture to write my paper with, and his voice is totally like...soothing and possibly putting me to sleep. Heh. "Jockular punching that men do." I wish I didn't hate him for fucking me over on my first paper.
Oh RP! Is there nothing you can't solve?
Mar. 11th, 2008 12:51 pmSo yeah, totally gave up on the whole like... creating a new character, and instead I just updated an old one. We'll see how it works, I don't think she'll like it very much. I used Stacy. Heh. Anyway, sitting here in Kendade and watching the people so far down below. My vic lit class is almost like pulling teeth, even if the best thing ever happened when I was walking out of the building.
Mount Holyoke has an interesting science center, and there are several dead things in the hallways of it. Things that apparently Steph didn't realize were real. So, the realization made her do something silly...like run out of the building. It was so fucking funny.
Mount Holyoke has an interesting science center, and there are several dead things in the hallways of it. Things that apparently Steph didn't realize were real. So, the realization made her do something silly...like run out of the building. It was so fucking funny.
I have eight million characters who live in my head. I can spit one out all the time. But I cannot get this fucking character sketch done. I don't know why I'm having such a hard time with it. Also, the girls on the floor will not shut the fuck up. Die.
So, today sucks. A lot. I got up at 7:50 for the conference on China at eight, got over there and the panels didn't start until eight thirty. So, I woke up that early for no good reason. The panels were cool and stuff, and like...it was really full. So, I sat in the back against the wall on the floor. During one of the more boring panels, I got up to use the bathroom.
The important thing to know is that we were in Gamble auditorium, and it like...has odd stair placement. And some of the stairs are lipped. I missed the lip because of my depth perception and tripped. Thankfully, it was outside and not in. My knee...popped. Again. And it hurt a fucking lot. I went back in and took a perocet. Sat through the panel and my knee is still fucking killing me.
I actually called my mom to go to the ER, but I need to wait for her to do six thousand other things. Also, this sucks cause I'm gonna stay home tonight, mostly because there are eight million stairs here and it took me like ten minutes to get up them cause it hurt so bad. I hate my existence. One would thing I would have assumed was that I'd be getting better at this by now, and being able to better navigate this shit. I'm not and it's driving me insane. I'm constantly hitting myself on something or hitting someone else or stumbling...the other day I missed my bed.
I'm so fucking sick of this shit.
The important thing to know is that we were in Gamble auditorium, and it like...has odd stair placement. And some of the stairs are lipped. I missed the lip because of my depth perception and tripped. Thankfully, it was outside and not in. My knee...popped. Again. And it hurt a fucking lot. I went back in and took a perocet. Sat through the panel and my knee is still fucking killing me.
I actually called my mom to go to the ER, but I need to wait for her to do six thousand other things. Also, this sucks cause I'm gonna stay home tonight, mostly because there are eight million stairs here and it took me like ten minutes to get up them cause it hurt so bad. I hate my existence. One would thing I would have assumed was that I'd be getting better at this by now, and being able to better navigate this shit. I'm not and it's driving me insane. I'm constantly hitting myself on something or hitting someone else or stumbling...the other day I missed my bed.
I'm so fucking sick of this shit.
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Mar. 7th, 2008 10:19 pmI have terribly wet feet and shoes at the moment. This fails epically. I just brought new shoes, and like...the rain got them all gross.
Also, I actually got a "C" on a paper. Never happened before. Talk about an ego killer...I kinda wanna cry in a corner right now. Bah. Just fucking bah.
Also, I actually got a "C" on a paper. Never happened before. Talk about an ego killer...I kinda wanna cry in a corner right now. Bah. Just fucking bah.
