So scheduling of classes has started. Gotta get a few more classes on there (WHY IS EVERYTHING GOOD IN THE MORNING ON THURSDAY) and get officially enrolled and make sure there's nothing with awesome honors credit I'm missing, but otherwise I'm set for next semester. I'm going to finish my prereqs, start on my IS major, and do more research and ( Read more... )

Very soon I'm going to do an OU picspam, I think. We have a gorgeous campus here, some nifty quirky things laying about, funny college-student things. I've been slowly accumulating pix on my cellphone camera. Now that I walk everywhere (DAMN FORTUNA AND YOUR PROPENSITY FOR BLOWING BICYCLE TIRES FIVE MINUTES BEFORE FIRST CLASS), I have more time to ( Read more... )

Man, hearing about everybody back home having such an epic weekend highlights how lame mine was. |D It wasn't bad, really, but I did huge heaps of menial nothing. And still managed to forget to finish my homework and do my accounting for the week, which I need to do because Gray Owl Coffee is going to bankrupt me. (I allot myself a certain amount ( Read more... )

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God fucking damn it.

I'll cloister myself. I'll become a nun. I will lock myself away from the world and never hang out with a male again as long as I live, because god fucking dammit it is the bitchiest thing in the world to whine about but I'm getting so sick of not being able just to have friends.

( Extremely entitled bitchfest under cut. You are warned. )

I realized this morning: I have no girl friends here ( Read more... )

Just got back from the first OU football game of the season! And my first football game ever! We won. :D Boomer Soonerrrrrr ( Read more... )

Oh man Jonesy has officially passed Awesome Test Numbers 1 and 2.

Dammit I need to tread so carefully here. Because Jonesy is good-looking, and smart, and hilarious, and interesting, and so very, very musical, and I fear we may have that terrible, undefinable thing called chemistry and he knows it and I know it, but personal morals stand between ( Read more... )

I sat on Jonesy's loft bed this evening, feet warm under the quilt he insisted I cover my legs with, arms clamped to my sides and hands folded in my lap, and stared resolutely at the TV on the far wall. I was trying to will myself to enjoy 500 Days of Summer when the four inches between Jonesy's knee and mine were shrinking steadily and his hand ( Read more... )