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Thursday, August 30, 2001
 
my philosophy class entitled utopia looks pretty good. distance learning courses are fun, too... the prof can't hear you unless you turn on the mic. so i get to be myself and make bad comments and i don't get in trouble. :) actually, the prof also seems really entertaining. only one issue: we have a camera pointed at us all class and we can see it on one of the monitors. i spend the whole class alternating between staring at myself as i fidget and looking away pointedly because i feel as though i'm being egotistical. which i'm not since i'm not exactly thinking "damn, i look good." actually... i'm thinking "what is he looking at? why is my hair that colour? i wonder if people can tell i'm looking at the wrong screen? why bother looking at the prof, though? he's delayed a couple seconds. if he does anything drastic i've technically already missed it."

so after class i ran barefoot across campus to try and get to the night desk attendant meeting on time... which i had no shot at since i started out twelve minutes late, but when i got there four minutes later, i discovered that our rd apparently got distracted and hadn't started yet--whee! so now i should be able to get a job... only maybe five hours a week, but that's good enough for me. plus mr. wills says i can just email him asking for tech lab hours to proctor... one hundred dollar refund here i come. :)

between two jobs and my hopes of enrolling in sound services to go with my nine classes i should be sufficiently busy. gah, i'm insane. i think, though, that it'll be an intersting semester. classes are looking good... except for perhaps the choice of text for my myth and symbol class. gah. death. frazer can't bloody write concisely to save his life. every sentence is six lines long, and by the time he makes a point you forget what his premise was. *rolls eyes* oh, and if *i* say the writing is too long and has no point... well, it must be bad. takes one to know one?

ok, should be up early tomorrow--meeting sarah for breakfast at eight. whee! i love my friends here. such a lovely time we had tonight... but *yawn*! g'night.


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