trying to lose the awkward teenage blues
welcome programs are spewing out of every freaking orifice! no wonder we were raped so rudely at leadership week, our holes needed to be this gargantuan for all these programs to fit. it's been fantastic though, if i can admit that, it's an absolute joy being a sophomore advisor. the girls are wonderful, and they're still untainted by college and the snootyness that you sometimes just want to backhand out of some people. we took them down to TCBY (the country's best yoghurt, apparently, not thank christ before yourself as i'd guessed.. bah, american acronyms) with the simkins (our brother dorm, only all-boys dorm left on campus. it's where boys who forget to file housing applications or who don't have lives outside of computer science go) boys, but of course they have a movie night the same time. so 63 littlefield girls (orgasmic fucking turnout!) to 5 simkins boys (all RHC officers we knew personally and could hunt down if needbe).
loads of parenthesis there, eh? one of my night lights is dead alright, i think i hit it too hard. maybe. and i have to do laundry already because i didn't wash clothes before moving in.
i went to the final FIG mentor training yesterday, noon to five, and i got to meet the facilitator. neither of us have ever done a FIG before, but we've both been in a FIG. fuck, speaking of, i miss my fellow FIGlets so much. it feels strange without them. ... speaking of FIG, a class we're all in just notified us that classes start tomorrow at 10. joy. omg 18 hours and i have o chem and genetics. omg omg omg. i'm dead. omg omg. fuck. - OH MY CHRIST! tae kwon do tomorrow! holy shite. ... i want to cry and hide in a corner.
what was i talking about? oh. FIG training--i got five free shirts (FUCK YES!!) and i got to meet my facilitator francisico who is surprisingly young. we both curse and we're both agnostic, so i think that'll work out well, but there's still a part of me that knows there's a chance that there'll be some immature kid in our group that'll make odd comments and try to make it weird.
... fuck the danes are ugly sons of bitches. i mean, i knew it before, but christ. theres gotta be some plastic surgeons in the country. damn the one in the middle.
OH speaking of--isak's back in our team to play against denmark. my fuck, i can't wait for that game. (... are the danes barbequing in the stands?)
so tonight is gone to texas, i'll be mentoring freshman babies on their last night of freedom before classes. my god. my god. classes. i can't wait.. so lets see, what's my to-do list?
. finish the two questions and send them to madison
. e-mail dr. buel and set up a meeting
. set up a meeting with francisco for this monday
(make sure he knows how to set me up as a TA for the FIG class)
. type up sign-up sheet
. go fill out the papers so i can get paaaiiid
. take loren out to find her classes
. get my books from dana, and give her two tshirts
. breathe
. return AFTHOTWTTF and rent something else (sinbad? yeah.)
. fix my shelf / get organized
. add kacie as a friend!!
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"You're missing the grand design here! If I don't go, I'm dead! Yeah. And it's a little hard to carry on a relationship when I'm stuffed with straw and formaldehyde."
loads of parenthesis there, eh? one of my night lights is dead alright, i think i hit it too hard. maybe. and i have to do laundry already because i didn't wash clothes before moving in.
i went to the final FIG mentor training yesterday, noon to five, and i got to meet the facilitator. neither of us have ever done a FIG before, but we've both been in a FIG. fuck, speaking of, i miss my fellow FIGlets so much. it feels strange without them. ... speaking of FIG, a class we're all in just notified us that classes start tomorrow at 10. joy. omg 18 hours and i have o chem and genetics. omg omg omg. i'm dead. omg omg. fuck. - OH MY CHRIST! tae kwon do tomorrow! holy shite. ... i want to cry and hide in a corner.
what was i talking about? oh. FIG training--i got five free shirts (FUCK YES!!) and i got to meet my facilitator francisico who is surprisingly young. we both curse and we're both agnostic, so i think that'll work out well, but there's still a part of me that knows there's a chance that there'll be some immature kid in our group that'll make odd comments and try to make it weird.
... fuck the danes are ugly sons of bitches. i mean, i knew it before, but christ. theres gotta be some plastic surgeons in the country. damn the one in the middle.
OH speaking of--isak's back in our team to play against denmark. my fuck, i can't wait for that game. (... are the danes barbequing in the stands?)
so tonight is gone to texas, i'll be mentoring freshman babies on their last night of freedom before classes. my god. my god. classes. i can't wait.. so lets see, what's my to-do list?
. finish the two questions and send them to madison
. e-mail dr. buel and set up a meeting
. set up a meeting with francisco for this monday
(make sure he knows how to set me up as a TA for the FIG class)
. type up sign-up sheet
. go fill out the papers so i can get paaaiiid
. take loren out to find her classes
. get my books from dana, and give her two tshirts
. breathe
. return AFTHOTWTTF and rent something else (sinbad? yeah.)
. fix my shelf / get organized
. add kacie as a friend!!
_________________________
"You're missing the grand design here! If I don't go, I'm dead! Yeah. And it's a little hard to carry on a relationship when I'm stuffed with straw and formaldehyde."