I'm not dead...yet
Hello! I'm still alive and kicking...barely. I supposedly have to have surgery on my knee..like that is going to happen. I have to write a German essay for tomorrow, an astronomy paper for Tuesday which I have yet to start and do research for but that is alright, I have another math midterm next week on Friday, 2 math homework assignments due next week with over 100 problems each. That's ok though, I can make it, why am I so sure of this? Because I got a Starbucks gift card with $50 on it and soon people are going to know me by name. It's okay though!
I got my classes for next term. I'm taking German 203, German 223 which is a multiculture class for my IPT requirement, BA101 again which I dropped my classics class on Roman Life and Culture for because I'm stupid and dropped it last term and need a business minor, I'm taking Jeet Kune Do 1 with Darren, yay we can kick each other's asses, and there is another class...but don't remember it. All I know is that there are 17 credits for me to deal with next term and it's going to suck. Darren thought he had it rough with 13.
I'm going to be home in 2 weeks...or something like that when ever Spring Break is, I don't know how long I will be there but long enough to get my hair cut off and dyed. I'm going dark with it. And to go to a doctor's appointment, and a dentist appointment, and chiropractic appointment and I'm debating on driving to Bend for Darren's birthday but I think that would be pointless considering he is turning 21.
Alright here I go to write my German thing...and things.
I got my classes for next term. I'm taking German 203, German 223 which is a multiculture class for my IPT requirement, BA101 again which I dropped my classics class on Roman Life and Culture for because I'm stupid and dropped it last term and need a business minor, I'm taking Jeet Kune Do 1 with Darren, yay we can kick each other's asses, and there is another class...but don't remember it. All I know is that there are 17 credits for me to deal with next term and it's going to suck. Darren thought he had it rough with 13.
I'm going to be home in 2 weeks...or something like that when ever Spring Break is, I don't know how long I will be there but long enough to get my hair cut off and dyed. I'm going dark with it. And to go to a doctor's appointment, and a dentist appointment, and chiropractic appointment and I'm debating on driving to Bend for Darren's birthday but I think that would be pointless considering he is turning 21.
Alright here I go to write my German thing...and things.