WTF ... semesters?
Is it ok if I'm in love with Ben Harper? Because I totally am.
In the past week I hung out with some awesome people and did some awesome things. Here I am to recount them to you.
We had the Angst Party at Allie's house on a day which I don't remember. Small crowd. Watching Moulin Rouge was way too much fun, as it usually is. We did the Pinata O'Secrets thing--we filled a fish-shaped pinata with candy and carefully crumpled secrets, and then whacked it with a large stick. I was the one who broke it open all the way, which ended up pelting the rest of everyone else with hard, flying bits of candy. It made me laugh. We then sat in a circle and read each other's secrets aloud. Neither of my best friends really read my most intense secrets, which I had been afraid would happen. There were a lot of secrets about lying. Also, one was about acting confident because they really have no self-esteem. I thought that was incredible, and probably true for most women, if not for most people. It's certainly true for me, and for a lot of people I've talked to about it. I left, and missed out on Tarot of love.
I went to Leah's semi-birthday party on another day which I don't remember. It was me, Amy, Leah, and Abby Fine (whose name I finally know). We played Mad Gab, at which I SUCKED A LOT. Leah and Abby discussed German, and Amy and I giggled madly at them saying things like, "Flooffen streussel." (I don't speak German. Obviously.) Then we decided to go to Stellas because we thought it was open until midnight. On the way there, we found a pregnant lady stuck in the snow. It turned out that she only spoke Spanish (or at least didn't speak English very well), which induced a lot of angsting about lost Spanish skeelz during and after. After much wibbling, a man came to help us, and we pushed her out. Leah and I fell in the snow when the car finally moved. THEN we parked a block away from Stella's and found a Japanese lady stuck in the snow. She didn't speak much English, but was in a much better position. We pushed and pushed, and then another man came to help us, but only after he took pictures of the ordeal. We finally got her unstuck, but found shortly after that we were 15 minutes late for Stella's, which closes at 11p on weekdays. Oddly, we decided to go to Pearl Street Grill. Needless to say, they wanted us to have alcohol. Hahahah. We didn't. And we played Mastermind, which was bizarrely fun.
And that's the end of that.
Amy left and I was really disproportionately sad. When she left in Sept I was okay with it, but this time I wasn't. Wes promised me a roadtrip to Georgia at some point, though.
Work is decent. It's fun when working with the right people, and it's subpar when working with the not-right people.
Last night Allie and I drove around a place I couldn't identify if I tried, and once again found that hospital in whose parking lot(s) I keep getting lost. Then we went to the ol'hangout--Paris. Mmmmveggiemelt. She decided that the men at the table next to us were on a date, and we learned that she is shitty at writing upside-down. Thankfully, I had previously learned how to do so in good old AP Lit. (Which, I am recently learning, was one of the best classes evar.)
I signed up for college classes at CU at Denver. They are:
Biological Anthropology
Engilsh Composition II
Wor--
...as I was typing this I realized that I enrolled for the wrong History class, and now I am rearranging things because my schedule is a bit... fucked.
Hahahah. Also, I have no idea how many credits I should be taking. I have five classes and 16 credits. Normal? Stupid semester schedule, you confuse me a lot.
Ok, I've "fixed" it. Here are the classes I'm taking:
Biological Anthropology
English Composition II
American Literature of the Civil War
Immigration and Ethnicity in American History
Intro to Political Science
I decided to refrain from any (required) intro-to-the-arts classes, for I am predicting that something like "Music Appreciation" ("For non-music majors who want to learn how to listen to music with greater understanding and pleasure") would lead to my well-justified suicide. Hopefully I'll transfer before I have to take one.
My current schedule is disturbingly hardcore. I have two 3000 level classes. I have no idea if this is normal, either. Bah. Oh well. These classes fit well into the whole actually graduating thing for both UCD and CCC, so we'll see if I can pull it off. I may stop working and just concentrate on being an academic SUPASTAR. Seriously, my classes were so lame-easy last 1/4 that I feel like they don't even count. And I really don't want to actually write a paper/do any sort of citation. Hahahah. Dayum.
Also, I dropped out of DU today! Yay! My mom convinced me to not insult the school on my paperwork, which I was glad of eventually. We don't owe them money! I don't have to pay for this quarter! The world is bright and good! Actually, while we were wandering campus I bumped into one Roslyn (possibly the only DU student with which I would currently consider being friends), and she said, "How are your classes going?" and I said, "Oh, actually, I'm just here to withdraw."
Okay, that is the end of that long, long entry. Whenever I expect to write a long blog I don't, and when I plan to do a nice get-in-get-out blog, it takes me forever and ends up being quite long. Bah.
In the past week I hung out with some awesome people and did some awesome things. Here I am to recount them to you.
We had the Angst Party at Allie's house on a day which I don't remember. Small crowd. Watching Moulin Rouge was way too much fun, as it usually is. We did the Pinata O'Secrets thing--we filled a fish-shaped pinata with candy and carefully crumpled secrets, and then whacked it with a large stick. I was the one who broke it open all the way, which ended up pelting the rest of everyone else with hard, flying bits of candy. It made me laugh. We then sat in a circle and read each other's secrets aloud. Neither of my best friends really read my most intense secrets, which I had been afraid would happen. There were a lot of secrets about lying. Also, one was about acting confident because they really have no self-esteem. I thought that was incredible, and probably true for most women, if not for most people. It's certainly true for me, and for a lot of people I've talked to about it. I left, and missed out on Tarot of love.
I went to Leah's semi-birthday party on another day which I don't remember. It was me, Amy, Leah, and Abby Fine (whose name I finally know). We played Mad Gab, at which I SUCKED A LOT. Leah and Abby discussed German, and Amy and I giggled madly at them saying things like, "Flooffen streussel." (I don't speak German. Obviously.) Then we decided to go to Stellas because we thought it was open until midnight. On the way there, we found a pregnant lady stuck in the snow. It turned out that she only spoke Spanish (or at least didn't speak English very well), which induced a lot of angsting about lost Spanish skeelz during and after. After much wibbling, a man came to help us, and we pushed her out. Leah and I fell in the snow when the car finally moved. THEN we parked a block away from Stella's and found a Japanese lady stuck in the snow. She didn't speak much English, but was in a much better position. We pushed and pushed, and then another man came to help us, but only after he took pictures of the ordeal. We finally got her unstuck, but found shortly after that we were 15 minutes late for Stella's, which closes at 11p on weekdays. Oddly, we decided to go to Pearl Street Grill. Needless to say, they wanted us to have alcohol. Hahahah. We didn't. And we played Mastermind, which was bizarrely fun.
And that's the end of that.
Amy left and I was really disproportionately sad. When she left in Sept I was okay with it, but this time I wasn't. Wes promised me a roadtrip to Georgia at some point, though.
Work is decent. It's fun when working with the right people, and it's subpar when working with the not-right people.
Last night Allie and I drove around a place I couldn't identify if I tried, and once again found that hospital in whose parking lot(s) I keep getting lost. Then we went to the ol'hangout--Paris. Mmmmveggiemelt. She decided that the men at the table next to us were on a date, and we learned that she is shitty at writing upside-down. Thankfully, I had previously learned how to do so in good old AP Lit. (Which, I am recently learning, was one of the best classes evar.)
I signed up for college classes at CU at Denver. They are:
Biological Anthropology
Engilsh Composition II
Wor--
...as I was typing this I realized that I enrolled for the wrong History class, and now I am rearranging things because my schedule is a bit... fucked.
Hahahah. Also, I have no idea how many credits I should be taking. I have five classes and 16 credits. Normal? Stupid semester schedule, you confuse me a lot.
Ok, I've "fixed" it. Here are the classes I'm taking:
Biological Anthropology
English Composition II
American Literature of the Civil War
Immigration and Ethnicity in American History
Intro to Political Science
I decided to refrain from any (required) intro-to-the-arts classes, for I am predicting that something like "Music Appreciation" ("For non-music majors who want to learn how to listen to music with greater understanding and pleasure") would lead to my well-justified suicide. Hopefully I'll transfer before I have to take one.
My current schedule is disturbingly hardcore. I have two 3000 level classes. I have no idea if this is normal, either. Bah. Oh well. These classes fit well into the whole actually graduating thing for both UCD and CCC, so we'll see if I can pull it off. I may stop working and just concentrate on being an academic SUPASTAR. Seriously, my classes were so lame-easy last 1/4 that I feel like they don't even count. And I really don't want to actually write a paper/do any sort of citation. Hahahah. Dayum.
Also, I dropped out of DU today! Yay! My mom convinced me to not insult the school on my paperwork, which I was glad of eventually. We don't owe them money! I don't have to pay for this quarter! The world is bright and good! Actually, while we were wandering campus I bumped into one Roslyn (possibly the only DU student with which I would currently consider being friends), and she said, "How are your classes going?" and I said, "Oh, actually, I'm just here to withdraw."
Okay, that is the end of that long, long entry. Whenever I expect to write a long blog I don't, and when I plan to do a nice get-in-get-out blog, it takes me forever and ends up being quite long. Bah.