Oh no!
School is close. School is very very close. It kind of makes me want to throw up a little, which isn't necessarily something you might want to hear about, but I'm shooting for TOTAL DISCLOSURE here. Anyways. On Thursday, when I am allowed to first grace a classroom with my presence (barring any further financial aid problems), I'll be in a three-hour seminar on "The Methodology of Comparative Literature". It is only three hours once a week, yet it is worth six credits. No class I ever took in undergrad was worth six credits. Hence, the nausea.
In other news,there's a "mandatory" complex meeting in the courtyard in half an hour. There are little fliers stuck to each of our doors reminding us of this fact. Who is twenty-two years old and living in a dorm? That would be me.
At least I had half a press-pot left of coffee waiting for me when I came home (from a trip to Borders, to buy a reference guide on Japanese grammar), and I am listening to the Monks album Yuki had me download, and it is all right.
In other news,there's a "mandatory" complex meeting in the courtyard in half an hour. There are little fliers stuck to each of our doors reminding us of this fact. Who is twenty-two years old and living in a dorm? That would be me.
At least I had half a press-pot left of coffee waiting for me when I came home (from a trip to Borders, to buy a reference guide on Japanese grammar), and I am listening to the Monks album Yuki had me download, and it is all right.