Am I really awake?
Aug. 27th, 2003 11:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanI went to the 8:30 Advertising section, but as there is no real distinction besides early morning and 3:00 in the afternoon, you can guess what I'm going with.
Coming out of class, I had the loveliest text message from my darling![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silentfire. *hugs* Friday, baby, Friday! It's a habit I could get into. You should, too.
[ETA: *snogswithout_me* He does! In broad daylight! On Hollywood Boulevard! Because he luuurves his best friend, pesky things like threat of bodily harm and annoying tourists be damned. *melts*]
I made the mistake of not checking my schedule to see where my new Research for Journalism class is being held and after getting an incorrect location and even worse directions from the advising office, I therefore spent the first thirty minutes wandering around campus, map in hand, feeling like a lost little freshman all over again. The class ended up being painless enough, but the professor is very cool, so it'll be good times there.
On the depressing end of things, I picked up a checklist for my major in the Journalism office and realize that I've taken exactly one of the core necessary courses. How no one's kicked my ass about this yet, I can't even fathom. Not that I didn't fully expect myself to be a second year senior, but still, man. I've seen enough advisors during my time here for *someone* to say something.
According to by far the most unscientific survey I've ever taken, I'd be most likely to fuck Lance. Which is bunk, actually, but like one of the main tenets of journalism says, consider your source.
And now off to History of Journalism, which is such a home run all around I'd seriously take it for hours every day.
Coming out of class, I had the loveliest text message from my darling
silentfire. *hugs* Friday, baby, Friday! It's a habit I could get into. You should, too.[ETA: *snogs
without_me* He does! In broad daylight! On Hollywood Boulevard! Because he luuurves his best friend, pesky things like threat of bodily harm and annoying tourists be damned. *melts*]I made the mistake of not checking my schedule to see where my new Research for Journalism class is being held and after getting an incorrect location and even worse directions from the advising office, I therefore spent the first thirty minutes wandering around campus, map in hand, feeling like a lost little freshman all over again. The class ended up being painless enough, but the professor is very cool, so it'll be good times there.
On the depressing end of things, I picked up a checklist for my major in the Journalism office and realize that I've taken exactly one of the core necessary courses. How no one's kicked my ass about this yet, I can't even fathom. Not that I didn't fully expect myself to be a second year senior, but still, man. I've seen enough advisors during my time here for *someone* to say something.
According to by far the most unscientific survey I've ever taken, I'd be most likely to fuck Lance. Which is bunk, actually, but like one of the main tenets of journalism says, consider your source.
And now off to History of Journalism, which is such a home run all around I'd seriously take it for hours every day.
