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I am le tired. Have been busy busy busy.
I'm now enrolled in my classes for the fall, and I want to kick people who make it so one of my labs gets out at 9pm. (Another on a different day gets out at 8pm. And they're pre-reqs for damn near everything in my major.) Only 12 credits this semester, but two lab sciences. In one semester. What did I ever do to me to make me dislike myself enough to do that?
If it wasn't for the commute, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. But I have not teh monies for teh dorms, so oh well. But that is what the jorb this year is for. And that's going pretty well, except for the part where they change when I'm supposed to work without telling me. Luckily, I care so very little at this point, that if I get fired for not showing up when I didn't know I was supposed to, I don't think I'll actually give a flying fuck. Srsly. They tell me I can call to check if I'm supposed to be working that day, but I think that's juh-hust a wee bit stupid there. Call in every single day I have off, just in case? Ever think I might have, yanno, shit to do?.
There's some other gripes as well, but I won't get into them. Part of my concentrated effort to do less of the complaining, doncha know? (I know I still did, but this is less than what I actually wanted to do, so you lot will just have to suck it up and deal. Like you guys honestly thought it would last for more than two entries anyway, pfft.)
I also, for the life of me, can't find my cd case. It's usually only ever in my car or room, so I have the suspicion it has to be somewhere within those two places, but I haven't seen it for about two weeks. Sadface. If a black and blue cd case full of a very weird mix of punk music and random stuff suddenly appears by one of you through a spontaneous inter-dimensional wormhole, please return it to me. I needs my cds back, please.
Which reminds me, (speaking of science-y gibberish...though mine was totally made up.) I'm reading Death By Black Hole, and while it's rather good, I can only handle it a bit at a time. I'm sure I could get more into it if I actually knew anything before hand about particle physics, but alas, I do not. (Although now I do know you can have anti-neutrons. Who knew?) Again, good, but not exactly a beach book.
My sister goes back, afaik, today. The house will be quieter without the clomp clomp of her crutches. (And the loudness of her voice. Oh the loudness...) My only other plans today are to ask around and see who might have 'splody things.
I'm now enrolled in my classes for the fall, and I want to kick people who make it so one of my labs gets out at 9pm. (Another on a different day gets out at 8pm. And they're pre-reqs for damn near everything in my major.) Only 12 credits this semester, but two lab sciences. In one semester. What did I ever do to me to make me dislike myself enough to do that?
If it wasn't for the commute, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. But I have not teh monies for teh dorms, so oh well. But that is what the jorb this year is for. And that's going pretty well, except for the part where they change when I'm supposed to work without telling me. Luckily, I care so very little at this point, that if I get fired for not showing up when I didn't know I was supposed to, I don't think I'll actually give a flying fuck. Srsly. They tell me I can call to check if I'm supposed to be working that day, but I think that's juh-hust a wee bit stupid there. Call in every single day I have off, just in case? Ever think I might have, yanno, shit to do?.
There's some other gripes as well, but I won't get into them. Part of my concentrated effort to do less of the complaining, doncha know? (I know I still did, but this is less than what I actually wanted to do, so you lot will just have to suck it up and deal. Like you guys honestly thought it would last for more than two entries anyway, pfft.)
I also, for the life of me, can't find my cd case. It's usually only ever in my car or room, so I have the suspicion it has to be somewhere within those two places, but I haven't seen it for about two weeks. Sadface. If a black and blue cd case full of a very weird mix of punk music and random stuff suddenly appears by one of you through a spontaneous inter-dimensional wormhole, please return it to me. I needs my cds back, please.
Which reminds me, (speaking of science-y gibberish...though mine was totally made up.) I'm reading Death By Black Hole, and while it's rather good, I can only handle it a bit at a time. I'm sure I could get more into it if I actually knew anything before hand about particle physics, but alas, I do not. (Although now I do know you can have anti-neutrons. Who knew?) Again, good, but not exactly a beach book.
My sister goes back, afaik, today. The house will be quieter without the clomp clomp of her crutches. (And the loudness of her voice. Oh the loudness...) My only other plans today are to ask around and see who might have 'splody things.