synapticjava: (madness!)
( Mar. 30th, 2005 08:47 am)
Um. Yeah.

Just thought I'd let you all know that you'll probably be seeing MUCH less of me this quarter. A)because it looks like this quarter's going to be 3 times as hectic as last quarter and B)because it may kill me.

Rundown of my classes:

  • Psychology of Men - Uber cool, and I'm very excited to get into it - even if there are only four guys in the class. However, this class has a 5-page paper due every other week, 7 in-class assignments, a massive reading list, a midterm and a final (though they're worth only 20% of the grade).

  • Research Methods II - this will be what kills me. Remember those two huge papers that I worked for weeks on? This quarter there's 7 of them, an even massiver reading list (as in 200pgs a night), and a midterm and final that are each worth 30% of the grade. meep!

  • American Novel - *thud*. I already don't like the class. I'm going to try and be positive about it though, but Williams is CRAZY and if he makes me sit through anymore of his reading, I'll surely have to fly out a window. I'm excited about all of the texts, except for the EVOL Huck Finn. And guess what? It's the first book we're reading, and we're spending four weeks on it. We've only got one week to read the Grapes of Wrath! The man is crazy. Also, Mark Twain should have been shot in the head.

  • Substance Abuse - haven't had it yet, but that could go either way. Could be a very easy class with a very small workload, or it could be an extremely difficult class with a massive workload.



In short, *whimper*.
I'm planning on doing a major overhaulage of my website this weeked (it needs it bad). If any of you would like me to link to you, please let me know. If you have a banner/button/etc., that's great, just let me know where I can get it!

*hint hint* *nudge nudge* *Ame, Suki, Nash, Nebula* *pokes you all*
synapticjava: (hideyourskin)
( Mar. 30th, 2005 11:36 am)
Yeah, um. There was another huge mixup with my DePaul account, and they told me I owe something like $3,500. I went up to Jim's office to talk to him about it. Somehow they billed me this quarter as a Barat Barat student and not a DePaul Student. So when they switched me over to Barat of DePaul account, it said I owed that amount. I told him that couldn't be right, and to check again because I took out a loan at the beginning of the year to cover *everything*. Turns out the loan refund they gave me was for $1600, and it should have only been $700. I was like "huh? so how do I owe all that extra?". He checked again, and instead of the $3,500, I only owe $900. Which is exactly what I figured. So, I don't technically owe anything, since I have the money to give them.

The strangest thing? I'm neither suprised nor upset about this. Must be a sign that I've been screwed over before. *rolls eyes*
Okay...Frankie just came in. As in, the hottest boy I have ever in my life met. He's taking a class here, so it looks like I'll get to see him twice a week! *squee*

See, the thing is - he's got a perfect body, and while he was talking to Grace I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I *want* that. Not him per se, although yes that's true. I want someone to look at me like that. And it's never going to happen unless I do something right now. So...

I'm quitting smoking. Effective immediately, I'm cutting back. I'm only going to allow myself to smoke three more cigarettes today - one at 6, one at 10, and one when I feel like I want it. I'm going to do that for the rest of the week, through the weekend, and then Monday I start on the patch. I'm really scared and sort of having a panic attack, hyperventalating or whatever. But I *have* to do this.

Also, with no smoking, I *will* go to the gym 5 nights a week. I *will* start regulating what I'm eating and drinking.

It's time and...I don't know, I just feel like if I don't do it now I'll never do it and I'll be a fat smoking single queer the rest of my life. So...help.
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