Heaven in Hard Times

I've gotten school all sorted. Well. 90% sorted. I'm registered, and we've been approved for a loan; the loan company needs notification I'm registered before they'll send the money to the school, but as long as the money gets there before Wednesday they won't de-register me. So. Whee.

There were a couple classes I wanted to take just for the fuck of it, wouldn't have helped for my degree any, that were full - a massage class, and then when that was full, photography - and a fuckload that would have actually been good for the degree that were full. But eh. That's what I get for registering on the last possible day.

But for today, and hopefully for this and next semester, I'm a full-time college student, and thus insured, so...whee. We'll see what this does for my anxiety.

The one that's gonna suck ass is...I have one class in Burlington (half an hour away) at...8:30 am. Uuuuugh. But it gets out at 11:30, and my mom's right - from a practical perspective, that's a good time to be in "the big city" if I have errands to do. Especially when it gets closer to Christmas. And it's only once a week, so...eh.

And! I have a class with Kempdogg. So. Whee.

Naptime.

OKAY SO

last Tuesday we presented and handed in our screenplays. I just got my e-mail from the professor, and while it loaded I had a nice freakout because the filesize was so small.

Heidi:

It's a real winner! Good dialogue, fine structure, producible and a meaningful theme. Couldn't be better. You have a career.

OMGWTFYAY.

(I may post it in hectorfic at some point)

ARGH

I got an e-mail Wednesday from the school, a reminder registration closes this Sunday.

Uh, reminder? I hadn't even known registration was open. But whatever, at least I got the "reminder" in time to register.

Except I need a registration access number. Which I get when I make an appointment with my academic advisor. Which I was apparently supposed to do in October.

If I don't get registered by Sunday, I have to wait until January and pay a late fee.

Whee.

Dear school: IF I NEED TO DO THINGS BY A CERTAIN DATE, YOU NEED TO TELL ME. PREFERABLY BEFORE THAT DATE. K THX.

I'm going to have a panic attack.

When I met with my screenwriting professor last Friday to talk about screenplay ideas, at the end he told me to do a one-page writeup of what we came up with for class today, so we could discuss it in class.

He apparently only told a select couple people to do that. And only two are in class today. And he's reading the other one first but he's gonna read my horribly rough preliminary plot summary out loud and *frets*

This class is fucking Hell on my anxiety

classes started today and holyfuckinghell I'm dead. I'm sooo out of shape and it's sooo hot and enh.

nothing spectacular today. Big ol' lecture and a graphic design history class that's exactly the same as my other graphic design history class that either didn't transfer or transferred as another class.

tomorrow's the day I'm really looking forward to, except for the early morning. I looooove languge classes and I'm having a hard time seeing a way an animation class and a screenwriting class aren't gonna be at least a little fun

wednesday's leppard. I put up offers to pay gas for anyone who happens to be going to Charlotte that day at the right time on a couple bulletin boards, and on the rideboard online, but I'm not overly optimistic. Someone on eBay offered to buy it for $40, which is significantly less than half the face value, but I guess if I can't go it's better than nothing

i think the only reason it bothers me so much I can't make it, other than the awesome seats, is when I started getting left out of Bayfest plans I shrugged it off because I had this one to look forward to

blah. whatever.

the worst part about this whole thing is how painfully obvious it has been made to me that life is so much better without me in it and I must've been the one thing making everything suck and gee isn't everything grand now that I'm out of the picture?

*sigh*

i'll stop getting so emo soon. really.

Hopped on real quick to see if grades had been posted...

CSIS 	2065 	UG 	Java Programming 	A+

OMGOMGOMGWTFOMG

I've hit the most fun part of packing: when I'm sick of it and have so little left that it doesn't really matter to me in the slightest what goes where

on top of that, all my possessions suddenly become way more disposable

I've thrown away shit for no better reason than said shit not fitting in any of the boxes/bags/whatevers I have left.

Which seems silly until you realize I have to pack an entire year of my freaking life in a tiny little two-seater sports car :/

My brother has a Blazer and I WANTED Dad to borrow that so we don't have to squeeze, but according to him the Blazer's gas mileage is so bad it would actually be cheaper to ship whatever we can't fit in the car. Eesh.

So we get squooshed in. Last year, we went half of the way without me realizing that my seat wasn't actually locked in place, I was just packed in with so much stuff it wouldn't move.

Actually I have a neighbor whose son goes to JWU and he's graduating, so said neighbor's gonna come down here this weekend for his graduation, and said if we can't fit everything in the car to just bring it to his apartment and she'll bring it home for us. Awwww, nice.

Except I didn't realize when the parents discussed this with her they didn't get his address, and I don't have his phone number, so this afternoon it'll be phone tag apartment hunting happy time yay.

Forgive the enthusiasm, I'm running on sheer exhaustion and hot cocoa right now. When this crash comes, it's gonna be EPIC.

I had a nice long chat with Dad earlier today. He's gonna order whatever he needs to get my computer online at the house, so I shouldn't have to go more than a week playing musical computers. I have a new phone waiting for me. And he might get me Adobe CS3 omgwtfbbq. Or rather, he'll convince his boss HE needs CS3 and his boss will pay for it and I will reap the benefits.

One of the many benefits to kinda sorta following in Daddy's footsteps.

I'm not sure if I mentioned it here, but I got e-mailed the other night about an apartment that's just...fuck. Two bedroom, fenced in backyard, private entrance, shared kitchen. All utilities included. Being rented by folks who own a canine rescue, so they'll discount it if I'm willing to foster a couple dogs.

The discounted price? $500

That's including utilities, and when I asked if it was furnished they said "it can be".

Hotdamnshit. Puppies! Puppies and cheap and eeenh.

But I can't do $500/month. I could do the $250/month it'd be if I had a roommate...but not the full $500.

Although. Maybe I can convince the parents it'd be worth paying the full $500 by myself for a few months and keep putting up "roommate wanted" ads. I dunno. I told Dad about it and he actually got excited. We shall see. I WANT THE PUPPY HOUSE.

Part of me says "get back to packing" and part of me wants to drag it out because I don't have 2 and a half hours of packing left, but I have 2 and a half hours before I leave to go downtown, and I don't wanna run out of work with half an hour to go and crash. As long as I keep it going, I can probably prevent a crash at least until a trip to Starbucks.

ALSO, let it be known that zek_chan is the awesomest awesome to ever awesome awesomely. Also, she is awesome. And she rules.

I finished my paper! Yaaaaaaaaaaay.

I FINISHED MY JAVA FINAL OMG

omgomgomg yay

omg

(I didn't finish my research paper, though. Not even CLOSE)

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I didn't finish my Mondrian paper today like I wanted to. I should've picked an artist whose work I don't like as much - every time I go to research, I end up getting lost in the book I have that's just a big collection of his paintings. There's this section where you can watch his transition from realism to the stuff he's known for - just flip the pages and his work gets increasingly dominated by right angles and black lines and then...bam. Primary colors and rectangles and "why the Hell is this art? Any idiot could do this."

It's lovely to behold. And then I don't get any research done. Whoops.

Maybe I'll work on it tonight. Or maybe I'll just go curl up in bed and try and forget that dammit, it's only 2 am on Saturday and I've had a damn stressful weekend already.

I'll work on it tomorrow. I'll finish it tomorrow, even. That way I can have Sunday and Monday to stress over the godforsaken Java final.

E-mailed the parents about the apartments I mentioned in the last post. My prediction is heavy discouragement with a 90% chance of completely shooting me down.

I can't even bring myself to care right now. Urgh.

I'm just tired. Not the kind going to bed will fix, either. Tired and lonely and just really fed up with everything.

At least my time at JWU's almost done.

Oh, and I'm up to 10,242 words on the au fic. I think it'll be done soon. And then I'll have to find another excuse to procrastinate.