Abandoned '59 Chevy, a handle of something hard, and no clear destination.
I'm elated.
Shall I explain why?
"Nat" is no longer an active participant in my life. Haha. That guy was like my dentist's brother. What with the jokes and the sliminess. Ah, I'm so pleased to be rid of that man. His advice never went beyond the obvious and he didn't make up for it with character or humor or wit. Sludge. Now, I'm sure there are those who'd appreciate him. They're probably all mini-skirt wearing whores, too. I, thankfully, am not.
Anyway, I wandered into the philosophy department this afternoon, looking to switch my major. I'd been avoiding this for months because I'm petrified of having to ask for explanations or not understanding what information I should have prepared. Luckily, the girl behind hte desk was as clueless as I was. Eventually I found a form, filled it out, and wound up a philosophy major.
But not before talking to the head of the department. Who just happened to be Andrea Tschemplik. Who's now my advisor. And probably the coolest person ever. (She reminds me of the depiction of Diogenes from Reign. Haha. And Ive always loved that guy.) Ah, now I can't wait for academic advising and whatnot. She's my second favorite professor ever. The first being Surjit Mansingh and she only wins because she's slightly crazier and wears saris all the time. And happens to be a sikh. Apparently.
Anyway, this is seriously going to kick ass.
In other news, Escapology is the stupidest album ever. Fucking Robbie Williams.
Shall I explain why?
"Nat" is no longer an active participant in my life. Haha. That guy was like my dentist's brother. What with the jokes and the sliminess. Ah, I'm so pleased to be rid of that man. His advice never went beyond the obvious and he didn't make up for it with character or humor or wit. Sludge. Now, I'm sure there are those who'd appreciate him. They're probably all mini-skirt wearing whores, too. I, thankfully, am not.
Anyway, I wandered into the philosophy department this afternoon, looking to switch my major. I'd been avoiding this for months because I'm petrified of having to ask for explanations or not understanding what information I should have prepared. Luckily, the girl behind hte desk was as clueless as I was. Eventually I found a form, filled it out, and wound up a philosophy major.
But not before talking to the head of the department. Who just happened to be Andrea Tschemplik. Who's now my advisor. And probably the coolest person ever. (She reminds me of the depiction of Diogenes from Reign. Haha. And Ive always loved that guy.) Ah, now I can't wait for academic advising and whatnot. She's my second favorite professor ever. The first being Surjit Mansingh and she only wins because she's slightly crazier and wears saris all the time. And happens to be a sikh. Apparently.
Anyway, this is seriously going to kick ass.
In other news, Escapology is the stupidest album ever. Fucking Robbie Williams.