Monday

I have another day off today.  Apparently the power was out at my workplace – they got hit by lightning or something.

I finally got my grades in for last semester.  3.92 overall, which isn’t bad and did boost my GPA.  I’m concerned because one of the classes I signed up for next semester isn’t on my registration card, and I have to have it to graduate.  All these stupid sophomores are trying to get into the class, which takes room away from the juniors who actually need it.  The woman sent out an email telling everybody to come to the first class, though, so they could sort it out then.  I’d assume there’s no room for sophomores.  Why are there always space issues at my school?  They should stop letting so many damn people in or hire more professors or something, because it’s pretty ridiculous.  And the housing situation sucks on top of that.  Overall, I’m not entirely happy with the place … 2 more years.  It’s weird to look at the calendar and think about all the things that are going to happen over that time.  All the people you’ll meet, the classes you’ll go to, the parties you’ll attend, the decisions you’ll make.  There’s no way to tell what all will happen, but there’s no doubt you’re going to be there for it.

Aaand … my closet.  I started rearranging it yesterday, but it needs much more than that.  My plan is just to arrange the clothes and donate the awful ones, and then try to pick up the rest of my room.  Just attempting to organize things will force me to get rid of at least some stuff.

Today D. and I went out to lunch at Panera.  We sat next to older guys talking about how Bush and Cheney should be jailed or something .. they were foreign and seemed kind of socialist.  D. couldn’t stop muttering about how he doesn’t like old people.  Unfortunately, we’re all going to be old some day … I’m not looking forward to it though.  I like to look the way I do now, thanks, and I just generally like being young.  After lunch we went to Borders and looked for books about closet organization.  After that somehow we were in psychology and taking some sex quiz, it was pretty entertaining.  I kept crossing paths with this guy I was kind of mean to the other day (I had some drama with the store putting money back on my debit card.  Thankfully it all worked out.) … I swear he was following me around.  Or maybe I’m paranoid?

The rest of today will be me trying to organize, maybe reading, and then hanging out with Gram when she gets here around 5.  Fun stuff ..

Em