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Nov. 18th, 2006 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
talkingsoupSo in the middle of ASIC, during the break, I went to the computer lab to print out my e-ticket for my flight home, assuming I wouldn't actually be on a plane until Saturday, right? Turned out, my flight was at 3:15 on Friday. So after ASIC I had to rush to pack and e-mail my teachers and finish a project for Poetry (10 pages). And in the middle of all of this I remembered that I was supposed to register for classes on Thursday. Um, oops. I didn't even have my alternate PIN to register. I e-mailed my advisor and he gave me the PIN, but of course registration was closed so I ended up getting up at 7:30 on Friday to register. And of course the classes I wanted were filled, so I got into classes I only sort of wanted. Oh well. And though it was completely unintentional, I ended up with no classes on Tusedays and Thursdays--same as Julie. I'd told myself I was only taking 12 credits (4 classes) and turns out they're all MWF classes. Go figure.
Anyway. Then I didn't wake up till eleven--if Julie hadn't woken me up I probably would have slept through my flight. Packed and ran around doing shit, and didn't call a cab until 2 because I hadn't factored in that, though I needed to be at the airport an hour before the flight, that meant I had to leave about an hour and a half before the flight. My taxi didn't arrive till 2:30 and I didn't get to the airport until 2:50, but I was just in time, thank god. Skipped over to Philly and then on to San Fran. Read the second in Tammy's Protector of the Small quartet, Page which is as awesome if not more so than the first. I couldn't bring Julie's copy of Beka Cooper because it's a fatty book and I had already overloaded my backpack. Because that's what I do.
So anyway, I'm back home. Everyone's doing great. My dog still smells, but I love him to death so it doesn't matter. I made strawberry soup this morning for pretty much no reason other than my dad said to.
Turkey Day is at the Corsbie's again this year, at noon because Liz has to work that day. Poor Liz. She's going through some really tough times right now.
Oh. In terms of classes. I'm taking Grammar and Usage, Women and Writing, Environmental Biology, and the Sociology of Religious Institutions.
We're watching something new in ASIC--the Meloncholy of Haruhi...Sazu...Suya...something. It's good so far--the first episode totally threw me off for a while there, but I rather like it. As near as I can tell it's about an eccentric high school girl who creates a club devoted to mysterious things--like aliens and time travelers and stuff--and the people sucked in with her.
Meanwhile, Mot is totally rolling. Hex's secret is out. This is a scene I've been looking forward to for some time. It's not perfect, but I like how it's going so far. I have some future things I need to consider as well. Haven't had a chance to work on it for awhile now, but that's what break is for.
Mom and I are going whale watching tomorrow. And my brother is having a random feast on Tuesday. For. No. Reason. Because that's what he does.
Anyway. Then I didn't wake up till eleven--if Julie hadn't woken me up I probably would have slept through my flight. Packed and ran around doing shit, and didn't call a cab until 2 because I hadn't factored in that, though I needed to be at the airport an hour before the flight, that meant I had to leave about an hour and a half before the flight. My taxi didn't arrive till 2:30 and I didn't get to the airport until 2:50, but I was just in time, thank god. Skipped over to Philly and then on to San Fran. Read the second in Tammy's Protector of the Small quartet, Page which is as awesome if not more so than the first. I couldn't bring Julie's copy of Beka Cooper because it's a fatty book and I had already overloaded my backpack. Because that's what I do.
So anyway, I'm back home. Everyone's doing great. My dog still smells, but I love him to death so it doesn't matter. I made strawberry soup this morning for pretty much no reason other than my dad said to.
Turkey Day is at the Corsbie's again this year, at noon because Liz has to work that day. Poor Liz. She's going through some really tough times right now.
Oh. In terms of classes. I'm taking Grammar and Usage, Women and Writing, Environmental Biology, and the Sociology of Religious Institutions.
We're watching something new in ASIC--the Meloncholy of Haruhi...Sazu...Suya...something. It's good so far--the first episode totally threw me off for a while there, but I rather like it. As near as I can tell it's about an eccentric high school girl who creates a club devoted to mysterious things--like aliens and time travelers and stuff--and the people sucked in with her.
Meanwhile, Mot is totally rolling. Hex's secret is out. This is a scene I've been looking forward to for some time. It's not perfect, but I like how it's going so far. I have some future things I need to consider as well. Haven't had a chance to work on it for awhile now, but that's what break is for.
Mom and I are going whale watching tomorrow. And my brother is having a random feast on Tuesday. For. No. Reason. Because that's what he does.
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Date: 2006-11-19 03:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-19 04:31 am (UTC)that accepted methat had an actual writing major.