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Oh English, how I love thee.
I got up bright and early to officially change my major and boy was it exciting. My advisor turned out not to be a complete waste, as she substituted Spanish 100 for English 202. WHAT?! I know. However, she reminded me about US and IL, which I completely forgot about, so I should probably get on that. If all goes according to plan, I should only have to take 15 credits a semester for the rest of my time here, with the addition of one summer class or two semester with 16.5 (health credits, word). We'll see. We'll see.
Hi Rex, you're awesome. Get off my computer.
Time to do final revisions on my memoir, sparknote the faerie queene (you try reading it, bitch), and peer-editing a few memoirs. Word.
Also, Dr. Jessica O'Hara, my own personal muse, told a story today that I asked to steal for my creative writing fiction piece. So this is me telling you all about it but also writing it down so I can remember later. Basically, her husband received an award for being a super physicist or something and he had to get a medal from the president and they shook hands and had lunch. At that same time, the lovely doctor and a friend were talking about creating a total farce of a screenplay called, "Sex Assassins", a drama about women who sleep with men in office and then come out with pictures to ruin political campaigns. So, she thought that maybe she was being investigated by the FBI for a few months before the president-medal-lunch-meeting thing and in reflection thought the FBI may have seen her as a threat due to her sex assassin tactic. HIGH-larious.
I got up bright and early to officially change my major and boy was it exciting. My advisor turned out not to be a complete waste, as she substituted Spanish 100 for English 202. WHAT?! I know. However, she reminded me about US and IL, which I completely forgot about, so I should probably get on that. If all goes according to plan, I should only have to take 15 credits a semester for the rest of my time here, with the addition of one summer class or two semester with 16.5 (health credits, word). We'll see. We'll see.
Hi Rex, you're awesome. Get off my computer.
Time to do final revisions on my memoir, sparknote the faerie queene (you try reading it, bitch), and peer-editing a few memoirs. Word.
Also, Dr. Jessica O'Hara, my own personal muse, told a story today that I asked to steal for my creative writing fiction piece. So this is me telling you all about it but also writing it down so I can remember later. Basically, her husband received an award for being a super physicist or something and he had to get a medal from the president and they shook hands and had lunch. At that same time, the lovely doctor and a friend were talking about creating a total farce of a screenplay called, "Sex Assassins", a drama about women who sleep with men in office and then come out with pictures to ruin political campaigns. So, she thought that maybe she was being investigated by the FBI for a few months before the president-medal-lunch-meeting thing and in reflection thought the FBI may have seen her as a threat due to her sex assassin tactic. HIGH-larious.