I am so not ready to be awake yet.
Aug. 31st, 2004 09:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sihayadesignsIt's not the class. It's only the second day, and I'm going light for once and only taking 14.5 credits per week. It's the jobs in conjunction. It's book rush, and everyone at the bookstore is running around like chickens with our heads cut off.
All in all, yesterday went well. I was able to schedule a decent time with my voice teacher, and Dr. Mary is largely letting us format our own syllabus in her Faulkner class. She needs to slow her speech-- the woman was like a chipmunk on crack. I could barely understand her. But it looks as if we're leaving out Snopes, which is nice. Quality over quantity. Plus I got to return a $25 book. Yay poster money.
I switched my French class from Conversation & Composition to French Literature 3301 because the intermediate class was too intermediate. I would have been bored silly, and I wanted more of a challenge. Plus, this earns me mad brownie points with Motard Noar, who may or may not eventually be a recommendation go-to person.
Madrigals looks fun if not a tad dorky, but singing always helps me in times of stress. I'm doing solo voice plus two choirs this semester. So yay for singing about "My bonnie lass, she smelleth."
Today, I have regular choir plus Women, Food, and Identity-- my under-represented requirement for my English major. Basically, my teacher wrote her thesis on African American women and fried chicken, and then expanded that into an entire class. It's right before dinnertime-- I'm going to get so fat this semester.
And work. Work work work bookrush bladdy. Is it wrong that I might hide a copy of The Vagina Monologues because I want it cheaper and used? Hmm. Moral quandary. :)
And ow, my leg is a mess. Sometimes, one of my nervous tics is scratching. Well, it just so happens that in one spot, I scratched a big angry red mark that hurts every time I touch it. It looks almost like a burn. I'm not the brightest bulb sometimes.
Okay. Food. Work. Class. Sing. Die. In that order.
All in all, yesterday went well. I was able to schedule a decent time with my voice teacher, and Dr. Mary is largely letting us format our own syllabus in her Faulkner class. She needs to slow her speech-- the woman was like a chipmunk on crack. I could barely understand her. But it looks as if we're leaving out Snopes, which is nice. Quality over quantity. Plus I got to return a $25 book. Yay poster money.
I switched my French class from Conversation & Composition to French Literature 3301 because the intermediate class was too intermediate. I would have been bored silly, and I wanted more of a challenge. Plus, this earns me mad brownie points with Motard Noar, who may or may not eventually be a recommendation go-to person.
Madrigals looks fun if not a tad dorky, but singing always helps me in times of stress. I'm doing solo voice plus two choirs this semester. So yay for singing about "My bonnie lass, she smelleth."
Today, I have regular choir plus Women, Food, and Identity-- my under-represented requirement for my English major. Basically, my teacher wrote her thesis on African American women and fried chicken, and then expanded that into an entire class. It's right before dinnertime-- I'm going to get so fat this semester.
And work. Work work work bookrush bladdy. Is it wrong that I might hide a copy of The Vagina Monologues because I want it cheaper and used? Hmm. Moral quandary. :)
And ow, my leg is a mess. Sometimes, one of my nervous tics is scratching. Well, it just so happens that in one spot, I scratched a big angry red mark that hurts every time I touch it. It looks almost like a burn. I'm not the brightest bulb sometimes.
Okay. Food. Work. Class. Sing. Die. In that order.
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Date: 2004-08-31 07:18 am (UTC)Sort of like Foamy from IllwillPress? :)
>>Okay. Food. Work. Class. Sing. Die. In that order.
Good strategy.
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Date: 2004-08-31 08:58 am (UTC)It's a very involving read (if long and rambling) but it might help with Women, Food, and Identity. If you need it but don't want to spend the $, I think I've still got my copy around somewhere (not sure though. i got rid of a lot of stuff when i moved).
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Date: 2004-08-31 11:41 am (UTC)....go ahead. Die all you want. We'll just make an endless procession of Christina-gholas. :) It all fits the God Emperor's plan!
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