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YAY My Cinnamon CD came. It has "For promotional use only, no sale allowed" stamped on the booklet in gold, but I am going to ignore it.
Classes are silly. I only had Russian (CIVILIZATION, not LANGUAGE) and Econ 229 (Money and Banking, bleah) today. The Russian class is filled with kids just like me: kids who are only taking it to fulfill a damn humanities requirement. I think there are maybe seven actual Russian majors in the whole school. It should be interesting, though. I actually read the assignment already. I read part of my econ assignment, but Punkie visited, so we abused my stuffed animals for the webcam instead.
Student charge is an evil, evil thing. Every time I have to go get a textbook, I always end up with a notebook and gum or batteries or something, because the bill Dad gets just says "University Bookstore" and does not itemize. I finally found a planner that fits my exacting requirements, however. I was mad when I couldn't find refills for my old one.
There is a "mandatory" floor meeting over in Pershing in two hours. I don't know how she thinks she's going to make it mandatory. I am paying five thousand dollars to live here for nine months. They can't MAKE me attend any of their inane functions. I will put out all my own fires and refrain from using my pepper spray on any of the OTHER weirdoes that live here, and that's really all they can expect, isn't it?
I need to make plans. If I don't have something to count down the days to, I get depressed, and Thanksgiving is a loooong way off. Last year I had about six weeks between Terre Haute runs, and that sufficed, but now I need a new thing. I guess a new volume of Slayers TRY comes out every month through December, but that's just an excuse to blow more money. I need a less expensive hobby.
I need a lobotomy. And a pony.
Today's Happy Thought: Faux jerky chunks in little bags.
Once more unto the breach, dear Meanies.....
Classes are silly. I only had Russian (CIVILIZATION, not LANGUAGE) and Econ 229 (Money and Banking, bleah) today. The Russian class is filled with kids just like me: kids who are only taking it to fulfill a damn humanities requirement. I think there are maybe seven actual Russian majors in the whole school. It should be interesting, though. I actually read the assignment already. I read part of my econ assignment, but Punkie visited, so we abused my stuffed animals for the webcam instead.
Student charge is an evil, evil thing. Every time I have to go get a textbook, I always end up with a notebook and gum or batteries or something, because the bill Dad gets just says "University Bookstore" and does not itemize. I finally found a planner that fits my exacting requirements, however. I was mad when I couldn't find refills for my old one.
There is a "mandatory" floor meeting over in Pershing in two hours. I don't know how she thinks she's going to make it mandatory. I am paying five thousand dollars to live here for nine months. They can't MAKE me attend any of their inane functions. I will put out all my own fires and refrain from using my pepper spray on any of the OTHER weirdoes that live here, and that's really all they can expect, isn't it?
I need to make plans. If I don't have something to count down the days to, I get depressed, and Thanksgiving is a loooong way off. Last year I had about six weeks between Terre Haute runs, and that sufficed, but now I need a new thing. I guess a new volume of Slayers TRY comes out every month through December, but that's just an excuse to blow more money. I need a less expensive hobby.
I need a lobotomy. And a pony.
Today's Happy Thought: Faux jerky chunks in little bags.
Once more unto the breach, dear Meanies.....