"Fire is motion / Work is repetition / This is my document / We are all all we've done / We are all all we've done / We are all all we've done / We are all all defenses."

- Cap'N Jazz, "Oh Messy Life," Analphabetapolothology

Monday, January 08, 2007

back at school


had my first day of classes today and now i'm tired.

bureaucracy in education is a useless fumbling hairy beast. if i want to take a grad level class, should anyone really be allowed to deny it to me?

is it bad that one of the considerations keeping me in a class is that the professor has cancer and i'm worried that if i don't take it now, i may never?

all i want to do is watch movies and be happy. is that too much to ask?

now that i'm more grown up than ever, i'm wanting more and more to be a child.

it's only monday. wednesday will be even worse! class from 9 am to 10 PM! + a meeting for my tutoring gig. (= don't wake up on wednesdays. you will regret it.)

i will either be taking 26 total credit hours, or none at all. how that math makes sense is beyond my mathematical ability...

the boys who live above me don't realize that when they jump around above my head, it sometimes feels like they are actually jumping on my head.

sleep now. cogent thots later.
-stephanie

3 comments:

Brian said...

Word verify. *oxxhad*

Too funny!!!

Who said blogger has no sense of humor.

Brian said...

I love the line about the fumbling hairy beast. LOL

Hang in there Steph, soon you will graduate and then the real world awaits. :)

Btw, those boys overhead? Smack 'em around.

stephan!e lee said...

haha thanks brian.

and btw, there will be some imminent smacking if i have to keep putting up with this noise. it's ridiculous!