well, fuck

Jun 06, 2005 13:05

I feel like bringing a toothbrush to work each day. Had chicken parmesean sandwich (another Lactaid success story) and now its all I can taste. Will attempt to cleanse mouth using Coke.

Got my grades this weekend: 1 A (in anthropology, expected) and 3 B's (in Trads Meds, History and Structure, and Creative Writing. The first two were expected...) The B+ in Creative Writing worries me. It means I can still do the creative writing major, but i'm so on the cusp. It is kind of freaking me out. The way the major works at my school is that you must get at least a B+ in the class I was in (201) to declare the major. Sucks, no?

Must remember to apply for 300-level classes for the fall. So far, here is my supposed achidemic life:
Creative Writing/Linguistics Major
Anthropology/Classics Minor (both of those will be mostly completed by the classes for linguistics)

Haven't been doing much lately. I don't think I've been this sobor since I was fifteen (except for the Michiana episode, dear lord). Saw Crash. So must EVERYONE ELSE. Want to see sisterhood of the traveling pants. Want to see Star Wars. Want want want. Work work work.

bye bye bye.
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