Why do you hate me so much?
Today I woke up thinking I'm going to be better today. For those that don't know I've been sick all week. I've been recovering from Strep since last Wednesday. However, I woke coughing. Coughing hard. The headache inducive coughs, you know? Well, after nearly coughing my brains out for 2 hours I came to the fact that I've been laying around on my ass for far too long. However, I did catch up on Battlestar Galactica. The finale of season three was almost worth being sick. So, I decided that I was going to get some stuff done today.
1. Finish art project.
I'm behind on my art project, that was due on Monday which I didn't go. My teacher says I need a background to tie the two elements in the painting together, and for the life of me I still haven't thought of a plausible background. G'eh.
2. Deposit check.
This involved leaving the house, and I hate going places when I'm sick.
3. Register for classes.
I hate everything about doing this; advisors that don't know shit, and hours and hours of waiting to talk to them for 10 minutes.
Ok. Go!
I woke up, showered, and decided to get registered for classes. I'm only 4 classes away from my associate's then I can concentrate on getting the hell out of this town. The only problem is Physics has a pre-requisite, which has a pre-requisite. Ugh. So, 4 classes has to be stretched over 3 semesters. So, I go to college, only to discover that the road is closed and I have to take a 10 minute detour. Once I get there my coughing has subsided, which is nice. Then I go to speak with an adviser in hopes of cleaning up my transcript and upping my GPA, which I did. 2.75! w00t! So, I sign up to speak an adviser, and about 2 hours later I get to talk to one. The waiting wasn't that bad for I got to talk to Meghan, whom I haven't seen in a coon's age. I got my classes squared away, and the registration worksheet filled out. Chemistry 101 and College Algebra here I come! So, I walk over to registration, ready to leave this forsakened hell hole, only to be told that I need the adviser to sign a waiver to entitle me to take CHE 101. Which is bullshit, because I had previously taken the class, but had to drop out for personal reasons. Why now do I need a waiver. Apparently, someone thought that anyone taking CHE 101 is required to take 100 sometime after I attempted CHE 101. Grrr. So, I go back to the adviser wait chamber of eternity, and 45 minutes into my wait, I'm informed by a ditsy and lumpy secretary that the adviser I spoke with earlier has now gone to a meeting, and then will go to lunch. So, I tell her to set me up with the next available adviser. She does, and 45 minutes later I finally speak with the god-fearing black pride activist. I'm tired, I'm sick, and now I'm surrounded with thousands of printed out passages of the bible that have been taped to every free space in her office. I explain the situation to her, and she questions it, like I knew she would. Then she leaves for 10 minutes. I think she did this so that I would have to sit alone with all her theological passages could have their time to beat some righteous sense into me. I wouldn't have it though. God no! I chuckled at her printout of an acronym for PUSH, Pray Until Something Happens. Then I started fiddling with my phone till she arrived. When she got back she said everything was good to go. So, I thank her, and left. After that registration went smoothly, and I left the campus to go home and start working on my art project.
As I left I remembered the construction, and slyly thought of a detour that should bypass it all. Only it turns out that my detour had a detour of it's own. Three and half hours of waiting and detours out the ass only drove me to Taco Bell. Where I got my Menu favorite, a Baja Chicken Chalupa, and a crunchwrap supreme. Then I went home, ate it, and watched an episode of Lost. However, before that I stopped and picked up some decongestant and cough syrup at the CVS. Delsym rules! Then I took my medicine, ate Taco Bell, and watched Lost. After that, I ended up taking a nap, and I slept much longer than I wanted. Now here I am. I'm shaking off my sleep with this poorly written post and I'm about to spend the next 5 hours working on my art project.
I got my check deposited before the school mess.
I really don't have much to say, so check out the MANtage. Props to Greg Klein for exposing me to it.
2 comments:
You're right, there wasn't much to say; seemed like a pretty uneventful day.
But yeah, wow, you and Murphy seem pretty tight. I'm sorry to hear of the illness, Strep = no fun. Here's to better health, finished projects, and of course, decongestants. Nothing like seeing pink elephants...that means it's working.
Oh, and your thoughts on BSG's Season 3 finale. Amazing, right? And Season 4...why must it tease us with January delays?
P.S. Goochie, goochie, goochie!
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