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Aug. 23rd, 2001 02:35 pmEr.
Don't ask.
So. I think I slept close to 21 hours in the last 24 (well, if I'd posted this about 8am, it would've been true).
Sleepy me.
Went to my classes today--drove mom to work, shopped for lunches over the next week or so... Ate breakfast in the cafeteria, where the workmen are making horribly loud noises.
Got up to class at exactly 9:30am. Found that the class had moved halfway across campus. Mad dash down the 3rd floor from C tower to G.
Got in as the class was already going, but wasn't really yelled at.
Liked this prof. She's got a sense of humour, and can't sing worth a damn.
We got out and I had 15 minutes between this class and the next one. Mad dash back to the D tower area.
Class was open, went in, got on a computer, hopped online... Waited.
Waited.
Waited.
Ten minutes AFTER 11am, the teacher walks in, starts talking... And I look concernedly around at everyone else's books. These are the same books *I* had last semester for IS:103.
Raised my hand. Asked.
Not in the right classroom--apparently, the one I'm going to be in doesn't need computers, but this one does... Can we say this department is FUCKED for organisation?
Hopped back into the corridor, tried to find D-323.
There is no D-323.
Asked in the computer lab, was directed to the lady who runs the place. SHE didn't know where I was supposed to be. Called a secretary. Finally got the location.
You'll never guess where it is.
C'mon, guess.
All right, I'll tell you. G-323. Exactly two rooms away from my earlier class.
My feet hurt.
Went to class, wasn't sure it was the right one, but at this stage, I don't give a shit.
Happily learned about converting binary to decimal to hexadecimal.
Got out an hour and a half early. *yes*
Oh! Was just reminded. I've hooked my middle sister on Terry Pratchett. Mwaha.
And I must work tonight. Bah. Don't wanna.
Of course, work means I can have a great idea, like driving up and kidnapping Bevs and Kym for Archon.
Speaking of driving...
My parents are apparently getting me a car for my birthday. A used car, but it's supposed to be really okay, and drivable and stuff....
We'll see.
'Cause, meanwhile, the maroon car is leaking again from the radiator.
Don't ask.
So. I think I slept close to 21 hours in the last 24 (well, if I'd posted this about 8am, it would've been true).
Sleepy me.
Went to my classes today--drove mom to work, shopped for lunches over the next week or so... Ate breakfast in the cafeteria, where the workmen are making horribly loud noises.
Got up to class at exactly 9:30am. Found that the class had moved halfway across campus. Mad dash down the 3rd floor from C tower to G.
Got in as the class was already going, but wasn't really yelled at.
Liked this prof. She's got a sense of humour, and can't sing worth a damn.
We got out and I had 15 minutes between this class and the next one. Mad dash back to the D tower area.
Class was open, went in, got on a computer, hopped online... Waited.
Waited.
Waited.
Ten minutes AFTER 11am, the teacher walks in, starts talking... And I look concernedly around at everyone else's books. These are the same books *I* had last semester for IS:103.
Raised my hand. Asked.
Not in the right classroom--apparently, the one I'm going to be in doesn't need computers, but this one does... Can we say this department is FUCKED for organisation?
Hopped back into the corridor, tried to find D-323.
There is no D-323.
Asked in the computer lab, was directed to the lady who runs the place. SHE didn't know where I was supposed to be. Called a secretary. Finally got the location.
You'll never guess where it is.
C'mon, guess.
All right, I'll tell you. G-323. Exactly two rooms away from my earlier class.
My feet hurt.
Went to class, wasn't sure it was the right one, but at this stage, I don't give a shit.
Happily learned about converting binary to decimal to hexadecimal.
Got out an hour and a half early. *yes*
Oh! Was just reminded. I've hooked my middle sister on Terry Pratchett. Mwaha.
And I must work tonight. Bah. Don't wanna.
Of course, work means I can have a great idea, like driving up and kidnapping Bevs and Kym for Archon.
Speaking of driving...
My parents are apparently getting me a car for my birthday. A used car, but it's supposed to be really okay, and drivable and stuff....
We'll see.
'Cause, meanwhile, the maroon car is leaking again from the radiator.
