God damn this university!
So due to the U of A registration system being run by complete fuckups, I am not being recognized as a creative writing major. This means that I can't sign up for my two english classes. And so today I went to see my advisor to sort it out, and she's gone AWOL! I emailed her on saturday and called her this morning, AND stopped by her office three times. No sign of her or her associates. And they sure as hell won't be there tomorrow, so basically I get to sit and watch the classes fill up. Thank you very much you fucking lunatics!
So right now I'm signed up for ONE class, and all of the remaining classes are either full, honors only, majors only, or winter session. I had the earliest registration slot for freshmen, too! GRRR ARGH.
In other, less outraged news, my sister Kristin is 17 today! She doesn't read this livejournal though.
I saw a man in a white cassock go into a Target today. Something about that image really captured my imagination, especially since this guy looked old school religious; whip thin, a very severe face, grim expression, pale hair...he was so intimidating and weird and really the last person you'd expect to see walking purposefully into a Target. I felt kind of like a story had gone wrong somewhere.
It seems like my days are the inverse of how they're supposed to be. For example I thought yesterday night would be boring and shitty, when in fact I had a lovely time. Today I was all fired up to be productive but due to stupid registration and general inertia, I didn't do anything at all. I am hoping tomorrow will be nice, what with Deb's book launch and having classes canceled, but maybe I should hope for a bad day?
Today I feel...weird! In case no one can tell.
So right now I'm signed up for ONE class, and all of the remaining classes are either full, honors only, majors only, or winter session. I had the earliest registration slot for freshmen, too! GRRR ARGH.
In other, less outraged news, my sister Kristin is 17 today! She doesn't read this livejournal though.
I saw a man in a white cassock go into a Target today. Something about that image really captured my imagination, especially since this guy looked old school religious; whip thin, a very severe face, grim expression, pale hair...he was so intimidating and weird and really the last person you'd expect to see walking purposefully into a Target. I felt kind of like a story had gone wrong somewhere.
It seems like my days are the inverse of how they're supposed to be. For example I thought yesterday night would be boring and shitty, when in fact I had a lovely time. Today I was all fired up to be productive but due to stupid registration and general inertia, I didn't do anything at all. I am hoping tomorrow will be nice, what with Deb's book launch and having classes canceled, but maybe I should hope for a bad day?
Today I feel...weird! In case no one can tell.