So what happened to May? Candice would like to know.
Is it just me or had the Earth's orbit been perturbed some time a few years ago so that it is, in fact, one month behind where we think it is? This is my theory at least. May is supposed to be mostly sunny with temperatures reaching highs of about 20 degrees Celsius, not this rainy, overcast 10 degrees Celsius crap! >_< Maybe next week will have nice weather so I can finally clean my patio furniture which I was supposed to do many weeks ago... Sorry Mom.
Yesterday was.... a trying day, to put it nicely. I had to grab a "Proof of Enrollment" thingie from the school for my interview with RIM next Monday. Unfortunately, this requires a lot more leg work than it should and my idiot Undergraduate Adviser didn't help things. I started my journey like most form-getting journeys start. Needles Hall. *sigh* I've already spent more time in there than I should have in this lifetime. Needles Hall Lady (now referred to as NH Lady) said that I need to take Form #1 to my Undergraduate Advisor to prove that I am who I say I am, blah blah blah.
As I was walking down a very familiar hall to the UG Advisers' offices, I thought to myself, What the hell? Isn't all my information in the Needles Hall computer? It was the Registrar's Office after all. They have all the enrollment information right there in their databases. Why must I run this fool's errand and prove to the all-knowing Registrar's Office that I attend this school. But I'm not one to stir up trouble with these guys, so I waited for the UG adviser I normally speak with to finish his lunch break and received his signature on this blasted Form #1.
I headed back to Needles Hall and hand NH Lady the form.
"Ha! There," my inner monologue says quite loudly in the back of my head. "Take this Form #1 and give me my well-deserved letter thingie!"
"You forgot to get a signature on the back of the page," NH Lady said with a bit of irritation in her tone. ;_;
So back to the UG Advisers' office I went, the second signature was received and the stairs to the Registrar's Office was climbed yet again.
"Perfect! Now that will be a ten dollar processing fee." WHAT?!?!?!?! AAAHHHHHH! I should slap you with your own keyboard! Luckily, I was able to control my inner barbarian and refrained from battering her with any office paraphernalia, but honestly... Ten dollars? I have to pay them ten dollars when I had to walk back and forth between the two buildings TWICE and all she had to do was put my name into their pre-written letter and push print? Granted, it is expensive, heavy paper with the school's official letterhead, complete with watermarks and the school's seal embedded in the paper, but come on Registrar's Office. Tuition is a few thousand dollars and you still nickel and dime the students for pieces of paper. o_O;;
Enough of that, though. I just recovered from laughing so hard, I had tears streaming down my face as I finished that paragraph.
I've got Pipopo running around in a giant hamster ball and he always feels the need to crap and pee in it before he actually starts running around like a madman. I stop him before he can make too much of a mess inside and outside the ball, clean it up and allow him to continue his adventurous exploits in the hallway. I guess today was going to be different for him. He didn't finish his bathroom business right off the bat like he normally does so he's been running around with his crap. The thing that made me laugh is that it's not doing a very good job sticking to the ball so as he rolls around in the ball, the crap travels to the top of the ball and loses its grip and fall down, right onto Pipopo's back. Pipopo is rather spiky there as he has natural spears growing out of his body so these pieces of crap have now been skewered by his quills. Hedgehog poop shish kebob, anyone? The worst part is that he can feel it there, but can't seem to shake it off so he gave up and just curled in a ball and started to cry because he was covered in poop. I found this hilarious until I realized I'd have to clean him up now. My hand still hurts from my efforts.
Well, Adam should arrive at any moment so I'll conclude.
CONCLUSIONED!
Yesterday was.... a trying day, to put it nicely. I had to grab a "Proof of Enrollment" thingie from the school for my interview with RIM next Monday. Unfortunately, this requires a lot more leg work than it should and my idiot Undergraduate Adviser didn't help things. I started my journey like most form-getting journeys start. Needles Hall. *sigh* I've already spent more time in there than I should have in this lifetime. Needles Hall Lady (now referred to as NH Lady) said that I need to take Form #1 to my Undergraduate Advisor to prove that I am who I say I am, blah blah blah.
As I was walking down a very familiar hall to the UG Advisers' offices, I thought to myself, What the hell? Isn't all my information in the Needles Hall computer? It was the Registrar's Office after all. They have all the enrollment information right there in their databases. Why must I run this fool's errand and prove to the all-knowing Registrar's Office that I attend this school. But I'm not one to stir up trouble with these guys, so I waited for the UG adviser I normally speak with to finish his lunch break and received his signature on this blasted Form #1.
I headed back to Needles Hall and hand NH Lady the form.
"Ha! There," my inner monologue says quite loudly in the back of my head. "Take this Form #1 and give me my well-deserved letter thingie!"
"You forgot to get a signature on the back of the page," NH Lady said with a bit of irritation in her tone. ;_;
So back to the UG Advisers' office I went, the second signature was received and the stairs to the Registrar's Office was climbed yet again.
"Perfect! Now that will be a ten dollar processing fee." WHAT?!?!?!?! AAAHHHHHH! I should slap you with your own keyboard! Luckily, I was able to control my inner barbarian and refrained from battering her with any office paraphernalia, but honestly... Ten dollars? I have to pay them ten dollars when I had to walk back and forth between the two buildings TWICE and all she had to do was put my name into their pre-written letter and push print? Granted, it is expensive, heavy paper with the school's official letterhead, complete with watermarks and the school's seal embedded in the paper, but come on Registrar's Office. Tuition is a few thousand dollars and you still nickel and dime the students for pieces of paper. o_O;;
Enough of that, though. I just recovered from laughing so hard, I had tears streaming down my face as I finished that paragraph.
I've got Pipopo running around in a giant hamster ball and he always feels the need to crap and pee in it before he actually starts running around like a madman. I stop him before he can make too much of a mess inside and outside the ball, clean it up and allow him to continue his adventurous exploits in the hallway. I guess today was going to be different for him. He didn't finish his bathroom business right off the bat like he normally does so he's been running around with his crap. The thing that made me laugh is that it's not doing a very good job sticking to the ball so as he rolls around in the ball, the crap travels to the top of the ball and loses its grip and fall down, right onto Pipopo's back. Pipopo is rather spiky there as he has natural spears growing out of his body so these pieces of crap have now been skewered by his quills. Hedgehog poop shish kebob, anyone? The worst part is that he can feel it there, but can't seem to shake it off so he gave up and just curled in a ball and started to cry because he was covered in poop. I found this hilarious until I realized I'd have to clean him up now. My hand still hurts from my efforts.
Well, Adam should arrive at any moment so I'll conclude.
CONCLUSIONED!