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One exam down, only three more to go. It went better than I'd thought it would... well, except for the part where I almost missed. I swear, I checked four times and it was the Dalplex. But when I got to the Dalplex, oh look. The doors wouldn't open. Turns out it was in the McCain and I had to run all the way there. I was a couple of minutes late, but it's a small class so it was all good.
Apparently there are problems with some of my papers too. I don't know, I think it all has to do with the screw up with my registration. I was registered, and then I wasn't, and then I was again. But like my prof said, it's obviously a mistake, because he remembers me. It'll get sorted out eventually. And once again: my life is a sitcom.
Anyway, I'm not thinking about it now, because tonight is girls' night! Tequila shots all the way. It's a kitty sleep-over too, because I'm that cool. So I'm heading out to Molly's very soon for tequila and nail polish and bad movies, and I'm not thinking about school again until tomorrow.
Apparently there are problems with some of my papers too. I don't know, I think it all has to do with the screw up with my registration. I was registered, and then I wasn't, and then I was again. But like my prof said, it's obviously a mistake, because he remembers me. It'll get sorted out eventually. And once again: my life is a sitcom.
Anyway, I'm not thinking about it now, because tonight is girls' night! Tequila shots all the way. It's a kitty sleep-over too, because I'm that cool. So I'm heading out to Molly's very soon for tequila and nail polish and bad movies, and I'm not thinking about school again until tomorrow.