Thank you, Lord. Nothing like a brush with panic to make you a tad more spiritual than you've been in months ( Read more... )

EAT SHIT, TPA 1! I FINISHED YOU!

Lately I've been feeling like Billy Bob Thornton in all of those movies where parents and social workers were seriously drunk at the wheel when they allowed him authority over children. Except I dress like Rachel Berry from "Glee" and act like a mix between Thornton and Emma Pilsbury ("Glee" again).

I am exhausted ( Read more... )

At least two people have dropped out of our cohort and one classmate was telling me that he wakes up in the middle of the night panicking about what needs to be done ( Read more... )

Last weekend I went apartment-hunting with Ian and then to Harris' annual picnic ( Read more... )

I'm slowly starting to panic ( Read more... )

There was some mix-up months back that I thought had been taken care of where I marked Fall 2010 instead of Summer 2010. Apparently the change had never been processed, so there's a possibility I won't be able to start classes Monday ( Read more... )

I woke up at 11am exhausted because my body has decided it's finally going to get around to fighting this cold I've had. Ian had made a full English breakfast, something he'd learned about years ago when visiting his aunt: hash browns, egg, mushrooms, English baked beans, tea, bread and jam, and sausage (we usually do veggie sausages, but none ( Read more... )

Apparently I didn't actually get put on the waitlist for CSU East Bay. Apparently the e-mail and the letter I received were gigantic misunderstandings. This explains the financial aid information I received the other day and the e-mail welcoming all incoming students into the program ( Read more... )

I got an e-mail from CSU East Bay. Let's just say emotions need to be eaten and drunk away.