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registering for classes for next semester always sucks.. regardless of what semester "next semester" is... I've usually had pretty good luck with registration (as in, no one else wanted to take the classes I wanted to take...) but this time around everyone seems to want the classes I want... so when next semester starts I'll find myself begging the teachers of Abnormal Psych and Intro to Digital Photography to let me into their classes.
The past couple days have been pretty stressful... Methods II test today went ok... but studying for it still sucked... and registration sucked (also today). I have a little 2 pay bullshit paper for Cognitive Psych due Friday. It's one of those situations where I feel like it's a really really easy paper to write (2 pages talking about this short study paper thingy) but I feel like there's gonna be some really obnoxious minute detail I forget to include which will end up knocking my grade down way more than it should (that's just based on how I felt about the midterm)...
I've been having a lot of fun with Buzz though - my computer music ExCo. for people who aren't already aware of this, I'm currently working on this techno song that includes a text-to-speech program making an "automated phone sex courtesy call." It's based loosely on a prank call I made Freshmen year. Ah, those were the days... before they put caller ID in all the dorms :-(. When I came up with the idea I had no conception of how fucking dirty it'd end up being. Katie was helping me come up with stuff and she's like, "this is the dirtiest thing I've ever done - it's way dirtier than actually doing any of it becuase you're actually forced to like, think about what you'd be doing...." And it's so true... I'm hoping my ExCo class doesn't pin me as some kind of complete pervert when they hear my song on Thurdsay...
Today I kinda sorta almost talked to DTSB... well not really almost talked... but more like, considered it a bunch of times when I was eating lunch and saw him eating alone and then ended up getting up to leave at the exact same time he did... and walking behind him for about 45 seconds... and I should've been like, "hi..." or something... but I said nothing. I was tempted to stalk him for awhile to see where he was going after eating, but I decided my time would probably be better spent reading the article for the aforementioned bullshit psych paper. Alas... I heard someone say his name though... kinda... they were like, "hey ____"... but the name was pretty inaudible - I think it might have ended in US... so like, Gus, or Russ or something... but it sounded kinda like it started with a C... 'cept no one would name their kid "Cuss" (at least I hope not)... And so ends my story that wasn't gonna go anywhere...
I need to figure out what I'm doing for Winter Term... like, call places that I could maybe work etc... now I think Imma go get ready for bed and then play gameboy for awhile
The past couple days have been pretty stressful... Methods II test today went ok... but studying for it still sucked... and registration sucked (also today). I have a little 2 pay bullshit paper for Cognitive Psych due Friday. It's one of those situations where I feel like it's a really really easy paper to write (2 pages talking about this short study paper thingy) but I feel like there's gonna be some really obnoxious minute detail I forget to include which will end up knocking my grade down way more than it should (that's just based on how I felt about the midterm)...
I've been having a lot of fun with Buzz though - my computer music ExCo. for people who aren't already aware of this, I'm currently working on this techno song that includes a text-to-speech program making an "automated phone sex courtesy call." It's based loosely on a prank call I made Freshmen year. Ah, those were the days... before they put caller ID in all the dorms :-(. When I came up with the idea I had no conception of how fucking dirty it'd end up being. Katie was helping me come up with stuff and she's like, "this is the dirtiest thing I've ever done - it's way dirtier than actually doing any of it becuase you're actually forced to like, think about what you'd be doing...." And it's so true... I'm hoping my ExCo class doesn't pin me as some kind of complete pervert when they hear my song on Thurdsay...
Today I kinda sorta almost talked to DTSB... well not really almost talked... but more like, considered it a bunch of times when I was eating lunch and saw him eating alone and then ended up getting up to leave at the exact same time he did... and walking behind him for about 45 seconds... and I should've been like, "hi..." or something... but I said nothing. I was tempted to stalk him for awhile to see where he was going after eating, but I decided my time would probably be better spent reading the article for the aforementioned bullshit psych paper. Alas... I heard someone say his name though... kinda... they were like, "hey ____"... but the name was pretty inaudible - I think it might have ended in US... so like, Gus, or Russ or something... but it sounded kinda like it started with a C... 'cept no one would name their kid "Cuss" (at least I hope not)... And so ends my story that wasn't gonna go anywhere...
I need to figure out what I'm doing for Winter Term... like, call places that I could maybe work etc... now I think Imma go get ready for bed and then play gameboy for awhile