everyone is stuck in 1981, and they suck.
hello, one and all.
back at school, everything's super. only not.
first of all, my meal plan doesn't work. i had to go to south to complain. apparently i dont even HAVE a meal plan. i mean, i thought i did, 'specially because they told me i had one when i called earlier this month. but no, i have a MEDICAL WAIVER. who the hell gets a random medical waiver for a meal plan?! what does that even mean? do diseased people lose the ability to consume the cafeteria's delicious culinary... um... blah blah? thanks go to mike and steffan for covering my ass though.
second, i dont have a fourth class. this was all supposed to be taken care of for me. like, i made a million billion phone calls this summer and sent even more emails, but oh no, i guess they were all in vain. they have no record of, like, anything. jerks. the dude in charge of my shits was like well, i'd give you a study in figure drawing, but we're too poor to get you a personal model. as if i want my own naked person anyway. but then he goes, maybe you can go to philly or nyc for drawing clinics and THAT will count for credit. you'd go once every two weeks. HA. right, carless kitty can do that. so now i'm doing a study in painting, which kicks so much ass, but the guy i'll be working with is in freakin' italy until the day my forms need to be turned in. so i'm possibly screwed. jerks.
third, in my first class today (which was boring as holy hell) i was told i'm a sophomore? huh? my professor's like wait, you're a junior? this paper thing says you're not. isn't that fabulous? because i totally think so. i have way too many credits to be a sophomore still. credits like CRAZY. psh. enlightenment on a spring, that's all i have to say.
fourth, ok there's no fourth. but those three really suck like whoa. fer serious. and why does the art department hate me so? what have i ever done to *it*?
but whatever i suppose.
things are good too. i'm having fun. but um, i think all i wanted to do this entry was voice my fury. my sweet sweet fury. all over the damn place. yummy.
holy crap, my right speaker just kicked in and scared me. i didn't even know it was out. ::shrug::
done!
-k.
back at school, everything's super. only not.
first of all, my meal plan doesn't work. i had to go to south to complain. apparently i dont even HAVE a meal plan. i mean, i thought i did, 'specially because they told me i had one when i called earlier this month. but no, i have a MEDICAL WAIVER. who the hell gets a random medical waiver for a meal plan?! what does that even mean? do diseased people lose the ability to consume the cafeteria's delicious culinary... um... blah blah? thanks go to mike and steffan for covering my ass though.
second, i dont have a fourth class. this was all supposed to be taken care of for me. like, i made a million billion phone calls this summer and sent even more emails, but oh no, i guess they were all in vain. they have no record of, like, anything. jerks. the dude in charge of my shits was like well, i'd give you a study in figure drawing, but we're too poor to get you a personal model. as if i want my own naked person anyway. but then he goes, maybe you can go to philly or nyc for drawing clinics and THAT will count for credit. you'd go once every two weeks. HA. right, carless kitty can do that. so now i'm doing a study in painting, which kicks so much ass, but the guy i'll be working with is in freakin' italy until the day my forms need to be turned in. so i'm possibly screwed. jerks.
third, in my first class today (which was boring as holy hell) i was told i'm a sophomore? huh? my professor's like wait, you're a junior? this paper thing says you're not. isn't that fabulous? because i totally think so. i have way too many credits to be a sophomore still. credits like CRAZY. psh. enlightenment on a spring, that's all i have to say.
fourth, ok there's no fourth. but those three really suck like whoa. fer serious. and why does the art department hate me so? what have i ever done to *it*?
but whatever i suppose.
things are good too. i'm having fun. but um, i think all i wanted to do this entry was voice my fury. my sweet sweet fury. all over the damn place. yummy.
holy crap, my right speaker just kicked in and scared me. i didn't even know it was out. ::shrug::
done!
-k.