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elsajeniOH MY GOD I AM SO BORED.
I finally got to register for classes today, though, although I started out by NOT being able to register because I "hadn't" paid for medical insurance or my parking permit. Apparently, it takes them 3 seconds to get the information that I've paid X amount of money on my tuition and fees and room and board and whatever other shit they want me to pay for, and 3 seconds to get the information that I've been issued a parking permit... but the information that I only NEED to pay X amount of money, not Y amount, because I've filled out the health insurance waiver because I already HAVE health insurance? Days. Same for the information that I have already given them a large check for the parking permit. Apparently it isn't personal, though; fucking EVERYONE has had some kind of similar issue. So I went over to the cashier's office, and looked pitiable, and was fully prepared to cry on command, but as it turned out I didn't have to because my RA, Jeremy, was there and is super awesome and he has a zillion plants on his balcony and in his living room and he redecorates his apartment every 3 weeks and I think he's probably very very gay but that's SO beside the point because he captured a lady who worked there and made her actually be helpful.
My computer just went "boop" for no reason. This was made especially annoying by the fact that it came through the headphones and apparently overrode my music for a second. My REAL computer doesn't pull that kind of shit.
I had an exciting moment earlier today when the computer shut down halfway and then just sat there and wouldn't respond to me poking the power button. So I turned it off at the power strip. It kept glowing. So I unplugged it. It STILL KEPT GLOWING. Then I remembered that laptops have batteries and resolved to get more sleep in future.
Oh! I was, um, going to say what classes I actually registered for. I'm taking Chinese 101, Latin 101, English 200 (requirement for English majors), Physics 125 (basic introduction to physics, because 1, it's a distribution credit that I need, and 2, I want to take a physics class that doesn't suck to see if I actually like physics or not), and Campanile Orchestra. Oh, and for my phys ed requirement I'm taking Capoeira. I'd rather take Intro to Indian Classical Dance, but it conflicts with something. Latin, possibly.
Wow, I just looked over that schedule and I think I might be the most humanities-oriented person in this entire damned university.
You know what? I'm going to check if Indian Classical Dance actually does conflict with Latin, because I'm suddenly seized with doubt, and if it doesn't, I'm dropping Capoeira like a hot potato for it. And it just took me 5 tries to spell "potato." "Potato" is really not that complicated of a word. I should get more sleep.
Of course, since I spent about half of today so far sleeping, I probably don't actually have time in my schedule for more. I do have to go to classes eventually.
Oh, yeah, the scavenger hunt. Um... I don't know, this would've been better if I'd written it that actual night.
Okay, um, this entry was just interrupted by a sudden outburst of hollering from the Martel quad (and the sad part is that the only way I knew something was amiss was that the hollering in question didn't seem to fit the rhythm of "MARTEL BANGS YOUR MOM"). Apparently Wiess decided they were going to come over here and be witty, or something. However, since hardly anyone is back from Hermann Park yet, they went away fairly quickly.
SO, carrying on with the scavenger hunt. It was fun. One of my advisors stole a Pizza Hut floor mat, flung it into the trunk, jumped back into the driver's seat, and sped away. Then there was the excitement of cramming a shopping cart into the trunk. Oh, and I was photographed in a shaving cream bikini. The photo, as far as I know, is still saved on the Chinese exchange student's digital camera. However, I think I was defeated by the girl in my group who played the guitar topless and the advisor who streaked through the commons, past the scavenger hunt judges, in a skimpier shaving cream bikini than mine. ("Look! See my bikini? Shit, there's a lot more people here than there were when I left. Bye!")
One of the teams changed the Compaq Center sign to read "MARTEL FUCKING (something, I forget; I only paid attention to the part about MARTEL FUCKING)" and took a picture. I am impressed.
I am also really, really tired, and in about an hour and a half I'm going to go play black-light Putt-Putt or something like that.
Earlier, while my roommates were out, I happened to notice that we have seven trash cans in our suite. One in each bedroom. One in the bathroom. And FOUR in the living room. Seriously. Why do we need four trash cans in one room?
Oh, and I made a 44 out of 100 on the purity test they gave us. What the FUCK? Since when am I below 75?
I finally got to register for classes today, though, although I started out by NOT being able to register because I "hadn't" paid for medical insurance or my parking permit. Apparently, it takes them 3 seconds to get the information that I've paid X amount of money on my tuition and fees and room and board and whatever other shit they want me to pay for, and 3 seconds to get the information that I've been issued a parking permit... but the information that I only NEED to pay X amount of money, not Y amount, because I've filled out the health insurance waiver because I already HAVE health insurance? Days. Same for the information that I have already given them a large check for the parking permit. Apparently it isn't personal, though; fucking EVERYONE has had some kind of similar issue. So I went over to the cashier's office, and looked pitiable, and was fully prepared to cry on command, but as it turned out I didn't have to because my RA, Jeremy, was there and is super awesome and he has a zillion plants on his balcony and in his living room and he redecorates his apartment every 3 weeks and I think he's probably very very gay but that's SO beside the point because he captured a lady who worked there and made her actually be helpful.
My computer just went "boop" for no reason. This was made especially annoying by the fact that it came through the headphones and apparently overrode my music for a second. My REAL computer doesn't pull that kind of shit.
I had an exciting moment earlier today when the computer shut down halfway and then just sat there and wouldn't respond to me poking the power button. So I turned it off at the power strip. It kept glowing. So I unplugged it. It STILL KEPT GLOWING. Then I remembered that laptops have batteries and resolved to get more sleep in future.
Oh! I was, um, going to say what classes I actually registered for. I'm taking Chinese 101, Latin 101, English 200 (requirement for English majors), Physics 125 (basic introduction to physics, because 1, it's a distribution credit that I need, and 2, I want to take a physics class that doesn't suck to see if I actually like physics or not), and Campanile Orchestra. Oh, and for my phys ed requirement I'm taking Capoeira. I'd rather take Intro to Indian Classical Dance, but it conflicts with something. Latin, possibly.
Wow, I just looked over that schedule and I think I might be the most humanities-oriented person in this entire damned university.
You know what? I'm going to check if Indian Classical Dance actually does conflict with Latin, because I'm suddenly seized with doubt, and if it doesn't, I'm dropping Capoeira like a hot potato for it. And it just took me 5 tries to spell "potato." "Potato" is really not that complicated of a word. I should get more sleep.
Of course, since I spent about half of today so far sleeping, I probably don't actually have time in my schedule for more. I do have to go to classes eventually.
Oh, yeah, the scavenger hunt. Um... I don't know, this would've been better if I'd written it that actual night.
Okay, um, this entry was just interrupted by a sudden outburst of hollering from the Martel quad (and the sad part is that the only way I knew something was amiss was that the hollering in question didn't seem to fit the rhythm of "MARTEL BANGS YOUR MOM"). Apparently Wiess decided they were going to come over here and be witty, or something. However, since hardly anyone is back from Hermann Park yet, they went away fairly quickly.
SO, carrying on with the scavenger hunt. It was fun. One of my advisors stole a Pizza Hut floor mat, flung it into the trunk, jumped back into the driver's seat, and sped away. Then there was the excitement of cramming a shopping cart into the trunk. Oh, and I was photographed in a shaving cream bikini. The photo, as far as I know, is still saved on the Chinese exchange student's digital camera. However, I think I was defeated by the girl in my group who played the guitar topless and the advisor who streaked through the commons, past the scavenger hunt judges, in a skimpier shaving cream bikini than mine. ("Look! See my bikini? Shit, there's a lot more people here than there were when I left. Bye!")
One of the teams changed the Compaq Center sign to read "MARTEL FUCKING (something, I forget; I only paid attention to the part about MARTEL FUCKING)" and took a picture. I am impressed.
I am also really, really tired, and in about an hour and a half I'm going to go play black-light Putt-Putt or something like that.
Earlier, while my roommates were out, I happened to notice that we have seven trash cans in our suite. One in each bedroom. One in the bathroom. And FOUR in the living room. Seriously. Why do we need four trash cans in one room?
Oh, and I made a 44 out of 100 on the purity test they gave us. What the FUCK? Since when am I below 75?
