I ARE GETTING EDUMUCATION AGAINS!
I got my acceptance letter from GVSU today. I guess I'm smart enough to join the ranks of their .... well, whatever. Now I'm impatiently digging around on the internet, trying to decide what courses I have to take next semester. Apparently I need to take some Math (
), some writing (WTF, I already took like ten writing courses, you know, from when I was going to be a writer, and all that shit) and some science (a biology major requires SCIENCE? NO FUCKING WAY! (although apparently I have to take chemistry. Le gay.) ). It appears as though I'll be attempting to test out of some of this shit, cause I'll be damned if I'm wasting money on "strategies of writing". I also have to take an art class. If ever anything made me feel inadequate, it's art. I fucking hate art teachers. I also have to pick a "theme". Who the fuck picks "Death and Dying" as their theme? I guess critical care nurses probably do.
Okay, so I have to have one math, one art, one physical science, one life science (both of those require a lab), one english, the stupid theme crap, and then a whole bunch of science classes and stuff. That's all. Not bad, I guess. I have orientation on the 24th.
And that's school stuff.
Molly and Roger are no longer for sale. They're mine again. Stuff is falling into place.
I'm starting to think that Dot might be running a false pregnancy. Which would be okay, I guess. Either way, I will be relieved and disappointed, no matter what. Oh well. Wait and see. She's not quiet to half way.
We meet with the lawyer Wensday. Hopefully this all goes away soon.
I'm hungry. I should go make some tortellini , and take some for lunch for tomorrow too.
Anyways. That's what I got.
I got my acceptance letter from GVSU today. I guess I'm smart enough to join the ranks of their .... well, whatever. Now I'm impatiently digging around on the internet, trying to decide what courses I have to take next semester. Apparently I need to take some Math (
), some writing (WTF, I already took like ten writing courses, you know, from when I was going to be a writer, and all that shit) and some science (a biology major requires SCIENCE? NO FUCKING WAY! (although apparently I have to take chemistry. Le gay.) ). It appears as though I'll be attempting to test out of some of this shit, cause I'll be damned if I'm wasting money on "strategies of writing". I also have to take an art class. If ever anything made me feel inadequate, it's art. I fucking hate art teachers. I also have to pick a "theme". Who the fuck picks "Death and Dying" as their theme? I guess critical care nurses probably do. Okay, so I have to have one math, one art, one physical science, one life science (both of those require a lab), one english, the stupid theme crap, and then a whole bunch of science classes and stuff. That's all. Not bad, I guess. I have orientation on the 24th.
And that's school stuff.
Molly and Roger are no longer for sale. They're mine again. Stuff is falling into place.
I'm starting to think that Dot might be running a false pregnancy. Which would be okay, I guess. Either way, I will be relieved and disappointed, no matter what. Oh well. Wait and see. She's not quiet to half way.
We meet with the lawyer Wensday. Hopefully this all goes away soon.
I'm hungry. I should go make some tortellini , and take some for lunch for tomorrow too.
Anyways. That's what I got.
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oryon:
both actually.
oryon:
I really do. Sort of like the house cups. God feels the little karma jars up.