Back to School!
First semi-week of school is over. What a fun one it was. I have
officially exhausted myself with moving into the apartment and going
out every night. Last night I got my first full night/day rest when I
decided to screw errands and sleep in. I was unfortunately plagued by
dreams of a gaint alligator with ESP who wanted to eat me. Luckily, I
escaped to Maryland before it could find me. I'm very sneaky like that.
He was a lot like this...except he talked and wanted to eat me
Rugby started up again. This time with a bang. The bang being the sound of our captain cleating me in the face and my jaw snapping shut. It's fun to go to your first day of classes with what looks like two vicious hickeys on your neck. It prepares the class for all the fun bruises they're bound to see. My neck swelled to Jabba the Hut proportions but went down before I even thought about taking pictures for you lovely people. I could just start a montage of my injuries, spanning back to my eyes swelling shut during a party and the poison ivy I got all over my face one year.
Classes actually seem pretty cool. I found a smart kid in O-chem! Go me! Well, technically, he found me, but I'm thrilled nonetheless. My public speaking teacher I believe might be making a transformation into a woman but I think I'll need the rest of the semester to decide. I either have a male teacher with man boobs and a grandma fashion sense, or the real Mrs. Doubtfire is my teacher. Seriously, I invite you all to come check it out.
My brief stint as a bookstore worker is just about over (thank god) so it's time to find a real job. Yay for the return of the job hunt....
He was a lot like this...except he talked and wanted to eat me
Rugby started up again. This time with a bang. The bang being the sound of our captain cleating me in the face and my jaw snapping shut. It's fun to go to your first day of classes with what looks like two vicious hickeys on your neck. It prepares the class for all the fun bruises they're bound to see. My neck swelled to Jabba the Hut proportions but went down before I even thought about taking pictures for you lovely people. I could just start a montage of my injuries, spanning back to my eyes swelling shut during a party and the poison ivy I got all over my face one year.
Classes actually seem pretty cool. I found a smart kid in O-chem! Go me! Well, technically, he found me, but I'm thrilled nonetheless. My public speaking teacher I believe might be making a transformation into a woman but I think I'll need the rest of the semester to decide. I either have a male teacher with man boobs and a grandma fashion sense, or the real Mrs. Doubtfire is my teacher. Seriously, I invite you all to come check it out.
My brief stint as a bookstore worker is just about over (thank god) so it's time to find a real job. Yay for the return of the job hunt....