the return of the black samurai...
I've been internet card-less for several weeks now, and I remain so until I actually remember to buy an internet card. Well I remembered to buy today but I didn't have enough money after buying two shirts. Oh well. The net card can wait, and whilst I am still procrastinating, there is always Cybernook to exploit. Crap. Why did I wear sandals with heels today? Now my feet are killing me.
I just finished stalking our NFC interviewees who were available today. Actually, I've got one frosh left to summon but his next class is at 4:40 pa so I'm just wasting my residency here until then. I had to brave the testosterone-filled hallways of Velasco in order to call those little froshies out of class. I did not see a single girl there, much less a girl wearing a sleeveless shirt and sandals with heels clacking against the stairs. I felt my CLA-ness so acutely, in every cell of my being, while I was wandering around that building, and it kinda makes me wonder how Eng guys feel when they have to walk around Miguel building.
Oh this day has not been pleasant for me. The formalin during our Biosyla exam kept making my eyes water, I forgot to do my Theoper homework and had to type it in Gox with Rosa and RA, then we we suffered through 15 minutes of barely contained irritation with the morons who worked in Speedbytes while they argued about diskettes. Then the stupid seminar Sir Ron recommended to us turned out to be not the Career Talk we all thought it was, but some stupid call center promotion. Whatever.
Argh. I almost wish I could go home but I've got to stay here until 5:30 and there's nothing but a pile of earrings to be made and homework to finish.
I feel like I'm wasting the best years of my life stressing about the things that won't even matter later on.