previously in my life, i made like a unicorn and stabbed people with my head
I have the biggest fucking headache aaaugh. Gave up on today after my last class and crawled back to the dorms where it's quiet. Unfortunately, the two caffeinated beverages are making it impossible to nap. Ibuprofen + water and I'm waiting this day out. Blugh.
In other news...alright, how many people remember the beloved Truck Door Girl? The socially inept, slightly crazy friend-of-a-friend who drove me into school a couple days a week in exchange for a) money, and b) me singing constantly because her truck radio was broken? Yes, yes, you can put your hands down now. Okay. So.
Last Wednesday I had my first Transnational Lit class, and what to my wondering eyes should appear? But Truck Door Girl and her eight tiny nerve-whittling issues. I would have mentioned it, except we didn't have much time to talk (though she did sit next to me. Joy) and it completely fell out of my head until this morning, when I had the class again.
She didn't show up. I remembered that she had said she might take a different class instead of this one, and cheered quietly to myself. Woo, I thought, one less marginally stressful thing for me to deal with.
Immediately upon leaving that class I bumped into her in the hall. "What ho!" I said, or an approximation thereof, "Didst thou decide to partake of another form of literary tutelage?"
"Yes!" saideth she, "Chaucer!"
...........guys. I just signed up for Chaucer Thursday. I couldn't find any other upper division class to sign up for. I was already not looking forward to this class because he's making us read everything in middle english, I just. WHYYYYY.
In other news...alright, how many people remember the beloved Truck Door Girl? The socially inept, slightly crazy friend-of-a-friend who drove me into school a couple days a week in exchange for a) money, and b) me singing constantly because her truck radio was broken? Yes, yes, you can put your hands down now. Okay. So.
Last Wednesday I had my first Transnational Lit class, and what to my wondering eyes should appear? But Truck Door Girl and her eight tiny nerve-whittling issues. I would have mentioned it, except we didn't have much time to talk (though she did sit next to me. Joy) and it completely fell out of my head until this morning, when I had the class again.
She didn't show up. I remembered that she had said she might take a different class instead of this one, and cheered quietly to myself. Woo, I thought, one less marginally stressful thing for me to deal with.
Immediately upon leaving that class I bumped into her in the hall. "What ho!" I said, or an approximation thereof, "Didst thou decide to partake of another form of literary tutelage?"
"Yes!" saideth she, "Chaucer!"
...........guys. I just signed up for Chaucer Thursday. I couldn't find any other upper division class to sign up for. I was already not looking forward to this class because he's making us read everything in middle english, I just. WHYYYYY.