it was all good up through the burrito
Jan. 7th, 2003 01:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanWhich my kooky Macroeconomics teacher made me crave. Kooky econ teacher! Will wonders never cease?
Today was good. My puppy apparently refused to leave the sofa for my parents' bed last night, and she snuggled in and slept with me when I finally came in. Then I had to wake up too early, ate breakfast on the sofa with my mum, and finally shoved off at eight for the drive back to Gainesville.
I haven't been able to make that trip in under six hours in forever. There's a vaccuum of some sort that needs investigating here, I'm fairly certain.
I'm also fairly convinced that the white chocolate mocha I had at the Fort Pierce service plaza is singularly responsible for my still being awake. This alternately makes me grateful and unnerved. I may've actually wanted to be less sleep-deprived this term around.
What? I'm just saying.
I had enough time to stop in Orlando. My quest for fruit snacks was, well, unfruitful. But it's always nice to drive around in the vague hopes of (not literally) running into people. Plus it was a lovely day and I was a twenty-year-old in a red convertible with the world at her feet, and that's always a nice feeling. The city's layout makes a little bit more sense every time I get lost in it, so that might be useful someday.
Classes! Because I did in fact make it on time. Six hours and fifteen minutes driving notwithstanding.
Acting for NonMajors: The teacher wants improvement, not Shakespeare, and that's philosophy I can get behind. And the other people in my class? Well, lets just say that I don't feel the slightest bit of trepidation about getting up in front of them. Plus the class is being held on the top floor of our campus theater, all high ceilings and nifty seating and half-light and the acoustics are almost tiled bathroom good.
Macroeconomics: We've mentioned the cool cat instructor. The class will be easy and really, with me, it comes down to do I like the teacher as far as doing the work.
Our residence area's new desk clerk looks remarkably like Natalie Portman. If she were buying my alcohol, I'd card her just to make sure she wasn't.
CRW1101: Creative writing should inspire a lot more enthusiasm than all that. My teacher is a dispassionate punk with a bitterness/bored streak. The whole time I'm sitting there screaming about how this is going to be film analysis all over again. I like the premise of the class though. And the assignments seem interesting. It's just the guy. And everyone knows about me and writing for someone I don't like. Ergo, problem.
And we really need to go to Publix tonight, as they turned off the power in the dorms over break and we had to clear out and unplug our refrigerators. So right now, it's about six bottles of water, a SoBe green tea, some condiments, pancake mix and my mum's homecookin' care package.
S'cool though. For the moment, there's central heat and a few leftover bits of Godiva, and that's pretty decent.
Today was good. My puppy apparently refused to leave the sofa for my parents' bed last night, and she snuggled in and slept with me when I finally came in. Then I had to wake up too early, ate breakfast on the sofa with my mum, and finally shoved off at eight for the drive back to Gainesville.
I haven't been able to make that trip in under six hours in forever. There's a vaccuum of some sort that needs investigating here, I'm fairly certain.
I'm also fairly convinced that the white chocolate mocha I had at the Fort Pierce service plaza is singularly responsible for my still being awake. This alternately makes me grateful and unnerved. I may've actually wanted to be less sleep-deprived this term around.
What? I'm just saying.
I had enough time to stop in Orlando. My quest for fruit snacks was, well, unfruitful. But it's always nice to drive around in the vague hopes of (not literally) running into people. Plus it was a lovely day and I was a twenty-year-old in a red convertible with the world at her feet, and that's always a nice feeling. The city's layout makes a little bit more sense every time I get lost in it, so that might be useful someday.
Classes! Because I did in fact make it on time. Six hours and fifteen minutes driving notwithstanding.
Acting for NonMajors: The teacher wants improvement, not Shakespeare, and that's philosophy I can get behind. And the other people in my class? Well, lets just say that I don't feel the slightest bit of trepidation about getting up in front of them. Plus the class is being held on the top floor of our campus theater, all high ceilings and nifty seating and half-light and the acoustics are almost tiled bathroom good.
Macroeconomics: We've mentioned the cool cat instructor. The class will be easy and really, with me, it comes down to do I like the teacher as far as doing the work.
Our residence area's new desk clerk looks remarkably like Natalie Portman. If she were buying my alcohol, I'd card her just to make sure she wasn't.
CRW1101: Creative writing should inspire a lot more enthusiasm than all that. My teacher is a dispassionate punk with a bitterness/bored streak. The whole time I'm sitting there screaming about how this is going to be film analysis all over again. I like the premise of the class though. And the assignments seem interesting. It's just the guy. And everyone knows about me and writing for someone I don't like. Ergo, problem.
And we really need to go to Publix tonight, as they turned off the power in the dorms over break and we had to clear out and unplug our refrigerators. So right now, it's about six bottles of water, a SoBe green tea, some condiments, pancake mix and my mum's homecookin' care package.
S'cool though. For the moment, there's central heat and a few leftover bits of Godiva, and that's pretty decent.
