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Sep. 1st, 2006 08:54 amTwo days ago was my first day back at school.
Wow, what a day yesterday was. I thought I misplaced my student ID somewhere, and it wasn't in my top two dresser drawers when I emptied them out. After I ate lunch, I had to wait on three lines for one hour total. Someone there asked me for my social security card, and when I took it out, there was my ID card. A whole hour wasted, but at least ten dollars weren't. Next thing's next: buying textbooks. I'm supposed to read an entire unit (four chapters) from my Intro to Communications textbook. That's the first book I look for, and the one I can't find. I had to ask three staff there for help; the first two were busy helping some other students, and then walk outside the store for whatever reason, as if I'm not standing right next to them. The first one, I should've stuck my arm out in front of him, or at least hollered to him, yet all I did was follow him, like, six feet before he left the store. Okay, so once I'm done shopping, I read the first chapter out of my book, and then I come down to the computer lab for some down time, at the worst time possible: nothing I type into the URL comes up fast enough.
Okay, moving on, I forgot my cell phone at home, so Mom assumes it was turned off. She goes home instead of to the campus where I expect to meet her, stating that she didn't want to have to look for me again on campus. Still, it was like 2:45 when she did come and get me. Now, Dad has three stacks of shingles to move into the greenhouse before it starts raining thsi weekend. I set my own deadline of half a stack for the day, and then he demands the other half of the stack as well.
Okay, so I'm rather pissed about having deadlines made for me, but there are benefits to reap from child labor, especially during an age of men-bashing. (BTW, "child labor" is what Riley from The Boondocks indirectly refer to mowing the lawn as once--by printing up an online essay about CL.)
In other news, I noticed someone wearing a shirt that says "Define 'Girlfriend.'" Is that misogynistic? Either way, someone else on the student ID line wore a shirt saying "My idea of a balanced diet is a BEER in each hand," which is not so much men-bashing as self-bashing. (Personally, my idea of a party is to play whatever game I feel like playing, and when it comes to deciding important things, roll dice to decide who gets what or whatever to make the game more interesting.)
And finally, last night, I worked so hard to get an Sonic Adventure 2 emblem from the Radical Highway timed mode. Jesus Christ! It's almost as hard as beating most Sonic time records in SADX. There is next to no room for mistakes, especially if you're aiming for an A-Rank (and my rank was a B). It was like 9:43 PM when I finally did get the emblem, and even the author of the following walkthrough gives scant details of how to beat it.
http://db.gamefaqs.com/console/gamecube/file/sonic_adventure_2_battle_a.txt
Wow, what a day yesterday was. I thought I misplaced my student ID somewhere, and it wasn't in my top two dresser drawers when I emptied them out. After I ate lunch, I had to wait on three lines for one hour total. Someone there asked me for my social security card, and when I took it out, there was my ID card. A whole hour wasted, but at least ten dollars weren't. Next thing's next: buying textbooks. I'm supposed to read an entire unit (four chapters) from my Intro to Communications textbook. That's the first book I look for, and the one I can't find. I had to ask three staff there for help; the first two were busy helping some other students, and then walk outside the store for whatever reason, as if I'm not standing right next to them. The first one, I should've stuck my arm out in front of him, or at least hollered to him, yet all I did was follow him, like, six feet before he left the store. Okay, so once I'm done shopping, I read the first chapter out of my book, and then I come down to the computer lab for some down time, at the worst time possible: nothing I type into the URL comes up fast enough.
Okay, moving on, I forgot my cell phone at home, so Mom assumes it was turned off. She goes home instead of to the campus where I expect to meet her, stating that she didn't want to have to look for me again on campus. Still, it was like 2:45 when she did come and get me. Now, Dad has three stacks of shingles to move into the greenhouse before it starts raining thsi weekend. I set my own deadline of half a stack for the day, and then he demands the other half of the stack as well.
Okay, so I'm rather pissed about having deadlines made for me, but there are benefits to reap from child labor, especially during an age of men-bashing. (BTW, "child labor" is what Riley from The Boondocks indirectly refer to mowing the lawn as once--by printing up an online essay about CL.)
In other news, I noticed someone wearing a shirt that says "Define 'Girlfriend.'" Is that misogynistic? Either way, someone else on the student ID line wore a shirt saying "My idea of a balanced diet is a BEER in each hand," which is not so much men-bashing as self-bashing. (Personally, my idea of a party is to play whatever game I feel like playing, and when it comes to deciding important things, roll dice to decide who gets what or whatever to make the game more interesting.)
And finally, last night, I worked so hard to get an Sonic Adventure 2 emblem from the Radical Highway timed mode. Jesus Christ! It's almost as hard as beating most Sonic time records in SADX. There is next to no room for mistakes, especially if you're aiming for an A-Rank (and my rank was a B). It was like 9:43 PM when I finally did get the emblem, and even the author of the following walkthrough gives scant details of how to beat it.
http://db.gamefaqs.com/console/gamecube/file/sonic_adventure_2_battle_a.txt