Taisedou No Bosatsu - Hellsing OST
I just purchased new headphones on account of my old ones losing an accidental tug-of-war with their owner and a fire hydrant. The new ones are angular and awkward-looking, like they're trying to be futuristic. The sound quality isn't affected though, so I don't care if people think I'm a space-man from Mercury. Maybe I'll get to say "weather-balloon" on TV this way.
My body is attempting to determine if it's falling ill or not. It started Monday morning, making me think I picked up a bug from Mark's lovely ice cream social/arm wrestling tournament. I'm trying to combat it with many herbs and vitamin C supplements, but such efforts seem to have only induced a stalemate. Hopefully, I can hold it off for another two days until the weekend so's I can lick it proper.
The sentence immediately preceding this one was heavily influenced by Mark Twain's The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.
After a long, convoluted journey, I have arrived at a decision gate regarding my academic career. I discovered Monday that my music minor is kaput because they won't transfer music history credits from Front Range as upper-division, and I refuse to take it at CSU on the simple principle of sanity. Three upper-division English classes + Music History for Masochistic Students = no time for work, and I must work. So I have to meet with my advisor (whom I've never met before, having just discovered her position as my advisor after meeting with the person I thought was my advisor) and attempt to assemble a coherent second field of study based on the 6 upper-division music credits I already have. If I can't, I will most likely drop out of school. I refuse to dig myself further into debt for a second minor I don't really want. Besides, it isn't like my career depends on a four-year degree, anyway. Publishers care about the quality of my work, not my schooling.
School is detrimental to my psychological well-being, anyway.
Ben's getting married in sixteen days.
Luke's having a kid.
I suddenly feel very juvenile.
My body is attempting to determine if it's falling ill or not. It started Monday morning, making me think I picked up a bug from Mark's lovely ice cream social/arm wrestling tournament. I'm trying to combat it with many herbs and vitamin C supplements, but such efforts seem to have only induced a stalemate. Hopefully, I can hold it off for another two days until the weekend so's I can lick it proper.
The sentence immediately preceding this one was heavily influenced by Mark Twain's The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.
After a long, convoluted journey, I have arrived at a decision gate regarding my academic career. I discovered Monday that my music minor is kaput because they won't transfer music history credits from Front Range as upper-division, and I refuse to take it at CSU on the simple principle of sanity. Three upper-division English classes + Music History for Masochistic Students = no time for work, and I must work. So I have to meet with my advisor (whom I've never met before, having just discovered her position as my advisor after meeting with the person I thought was my advisor) and attempt to assemble a coherent second field of study based on the 6 upper-division music credits I already have. If I can't, I will most likely drop out of school. I refuse to dig myself further into debt for a second minor I don't really want. Besides, it isn't like my career depends on a four-year degree, anyway. Publishers care about the quality of my work, not my schooling.
School is detrimental to my psychological well-being, anyway.
Ben's getting married in sixteen days.
Luke's having a kid.
I suddenly feel very juvenile.
2 Comments:
I see boobies a lot.
...wait...
that comment probably just made me even more juvenile than I was before.
We don't have a webmaster, which is central to the problem.
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