My ADHD inflicted entry depicting my boring day.

My betta fish Jacques. Pay no attention to the reflection of me in the glass. You can't tell anything by it anyway. ;)

OK! Now that I have THAT taken care of (the "my info is missing" glitch), today was a waste of my time.

Spanish class, if I get a 90% or more on my final, that's the grade he's going to use for the grade for the whole semester. So the fact that I missed one test, didn't turn in the compositions, and wasn't there half the time will mean NOTHING. (I wasted my entire semester on this class? According to what we've covered, I could have passed it at the beginning of the semester. Great.) This leaves me to wonder if getting up early to take the quiz I had missed while coughing up my innards is a waste?

Found the lists for the trip to New York. The people I know are listed in completely different rooms and completely different buses which leaves me to wonder if the trip is worth all this trouble (and money)? (I came REAL close to typing monkey.) I think I'm just going to skip out on it (*whines*) and work an extra week. In the immortal words of a buddy, "le sigh."

Dance class, I have to meet with my group to go over the changes we made to the dance we have to perform for our final. I hate it. With the fire of a thousand suns.

I stopped by Housing to try to make an appointment to try to get into the honors dorm. Which is smack dab in the middle of campus (which is a nice change from the one I live in, which is smack dab in the middle of bum fucked Egypt). I stopped only to be told that I have to wait until January 10th when room changes begin (eventhough the woman on the phone told me I can make a room change appointment now). This is what happens when you don't get names. I'm packing anyway. I AM moving on campus, by god.

I find it ironic that two of my classes next semester are in Donovan Annex and Alumni Colisseum. Which would be closer if I were to stay where I am. Oh, well.

I stopped by the university newspaper's headquarters to talk to my photojournalism teacher (and advisor to the newspaper), which will introduce me to the photo editor which will hire me to take photos for the newspaper. Well, numero uno in that process was MIA (he had already went home), so the events that were to happen later didn't actually happen.

A friend of mine is supposed to be here now. Visiting. Why do I continue to believe him when he says he's going to visit? I blame my naïveté.

Tomorrow's my birthday!

Random fact of the day: Sigmund Freud had a morbid fear of ferns. A fact which I brought up while on the phone with my aunt today. One of those, "Did you know?" moments. She didn't. She brought up the possiblity that I was on drugs. I should really start keeping a penny everytime someone calls me crazy or asks if I'm on drugs. Just out of sheer curiosity.

I just realized naïveté, birthday, and day rhymed. "Oh, and by the way, my name's Shae! I like hay! I'll be free in May! I have a comic book dinner tray! Donkeys bray! I don't like hair spray! Do I like fish of cray? I say to you, NAY! No wonder I can't get laid." Ok, so the last one was an approximate rhyme. Sue me already. You can have my ramen and a penny.

ta!