countdown begins
This kind of weather makes me want to eat Jello jigglers.One mistake that I learned from last year is to not skimp around this time of year, even though money does get kinda tight. I returned this really gorgeous pink coat because I thought I couldn't afford it, but it turns out that I could've. I was just stupid. My bank account will bounce back, my wallet will refill...because honestly, what other month requires such large spendings? I've been pretty good all year, so I should allow myself to finally splurge, yes?
I'm going snowboarding for the first time on Saturday. It's been years since I've been on the slopes, and even then, it was on skis. I've heard too many rumors about people busting their asses on a snowboard, so I've already given Karl decent warning about me potentially hating it. But seriously, ski lifts scare the crap out of me. Hopefully the gondola is open, and I can get off the lift with at least a shred of dignity.
I registered for classes this week, but I'm thinking about taking on a 5th course. I think I'm hanging out with the wrong crowd; my friends are all overachievers, or I'm just a slacker. But still, it's kinda hard explaining why 2 out of 4 of my classes are PDF:
CWR 302 (Advanced Poetry): so far, there are only 3 people registered for my class. I don't know why, but they only took 11 people for advanced poetry this year, but like a bazillion for introductory.
EAS 208 (Some Asian History): totally a requirement class. I can't hold off taking history any longer because it'll create too huge of a workload come junior year.
ENG 205 (Prereq for ENG department): oh joy. Old English. Dense readings. Why am I an English major again?
PSY 257 (Personality): another requirement class. It counts for the equivalent of middle school "social studies."
I was planning on taking an Astrophysics class, but I forgot that it conflicted with creative writing. Boo. Maybe I'll take something like Calc or another English course. Not sure yet. Oh! I finished my kooky "Alice in Wonderland" poem, and it turned out to be 5 pages. 5 very dense, very disturbing pages. I also did my laundry, but one of the washers was broken, so my clothes wound up all foamy. I was pretty pissed, and by the time I was done, it was already 11 at night.
Note: 11 = ONE hour before bedtime.
I mean, come on, most of the commercials you see on tv for anti-wrinkle cream talks about stress and how people wish they treated their skin better in their youth. I'm just getting a head start so I don't look like a pickled plum before I'm 40. This means sleeping early, no sunbathing, and keeping my workload easy enough that a 3rd grader could handle it.
posted by Tiffany @ 12:17 PM
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