Tuesday, August 26, 2003

I'm really starting to think that all I need to do is walk through my front door to make things happen.
Today started out with me going over to Larison for hold clearence. Supposedly they didn't get all of the money for this semester since one of my loans was a bit slow in getting rolling. So I make my way over there and who do I see but my friends Michelle whom I'd known from Spanish. Great! Now I won't be bored while waiting in line.
I go throught the whole waiting in line thing and end up not having a hold. The check finally came in. Great. I got up before noon for nothing.
I grabed some yogurt in the caf and headed back to my room to put a couple more posters on these barren and depressing walls, and a little after noon I decided to take the stroll up to the LC (our student union sort of thing) and check my mail for a package ticket in my never ending quest to actually *get* the iPod that I paid for (I could go on for hours about how much I hate Circut City, but I'll restrain myself). I was walking up the hill right in front of the building when I ran in to two of the girls from the club I'm in here on campus. They said that they were walking to the Perkins and asked if I wanted to join them. Of course! Anything is better than the caf fodd and Perkins rocks.
So we make the trip on foot and manage to cross route 15 with our lives. I had an omlette and a chocolate milkshake. Yes together. And it wasn't yucky. The milkshake was really good.
When we're walking back of course it starts to rain, so when I get back to the house all I want to do is get a towel and dry off. But when I open the door, it feels funny, like it doesn't want to open. When I do get inside I see this is because the full length mirror I had bought for the back of the door had falled down on to my step ladder and shattered on to the floor. I'm glad I have such nice housemates that they helped me clean it up. Too bad I don't have a mirror anymore, though...
Classes start tomorrow and, wouldn't you know it, Wednesday is my worst day of classes. All of them in one day plus a recitation, giving me a total of 5 1/2 hours in one day. To make up for that, though, I have no classes on Thursday. That's when I'll head down to Wal-Mart again to get a new mirror and maybe some little decorations for my room.
That's it for now, but I think that's enough. All that's left today is two meetings and the inevitable phonecall from my mother.
Peace.
~ Joyce
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