03.08.2006, 2:16 am
So my little OCD organizer-fest didn't work. I just emailed the ANTH professor for permission to enter the full course. Except...I don't know if he can be called a "professor" since he's a grad student. Whatever. The problem is that I have to wait until he responds positively (or negatively) and then call the Dean to have a little meeting about my course load. Apparently you need special permission to take 20 credits, which is slightly weird in my opinion. I know it's a safeguard for students, and maybe it keeps some of us from signing up for 483 courses and wasting space, but wtf? I think I have to drive all the way up there to sign a form or some shit.
The Dean is hXc though, so it's cool.
I'm just in general freak mode. Freaking out mode. Fucking SPAZZ MODE. I spent almost 25 minutes picking out a day planner this afternoon. I was like "this will set the pace for my year" and "if there's not enough space on the page it will clutter and the clutter will spill into my life" or "if there's too much space I'll feel like I'm not accomplishing enough and then will feel disappointed in myself" and "is the spiral too narrow...because I really don't want the inside of the pages to wrinkle I hate that". I eventually picked the bargain planner, not because it was a bargain...but because YEAH OK BECAUSE IT WAS INEXPENSIVE. I kept squeezing it in the checkout line and breathing heavily. No joke. Did I sell out? If you hear about my suicide on the news then you'll know the answer.
God I'm a fucking spaz. I am a tightass. Then again, I'm also a masochist. I hope this semester fucking breaks my spine. I hope it kills me. I WANT TO DIE. Damnit I am going to puke.
Jim has a job interview on Friday. We bought a suit jacket, pants, three shirts, two ties, socks, and shoes for only $230. LUV KOHLS
OMG IF THIS GRAD STUDENT DENIES ME I WILL FUCKING FLIP MY SHIT OUT
