Yay! 2005 Fall school quarter is over; finals were crazy. This week I get tons of overtime at work, and next I’ll spend Christmas + 2 days out in Arizona hanging out with my dad’s side of the family and take a family portrait. Then one more week of what’ll probably end up being more overtime and then it’s on to the 2006 Winter quarter, where I’ll be taking Research Writing (English), Intorductory Japanese, Interpersonal Communication (Speech), and Political Science. I was going to take Marine Biology, but due to a scheduling conflict I’ll take it the following quarter instead along with an ICS class, Stellar Astronomy and Contemporary American History.
From there, another quarter (totalling 6 months from today) and I’ll be all set to transfer next Fall to a university of my choosing.
So I’m with this totally awesome girl shopping at the mall, and she makes me walk through Victoria’s Secret, all by myself. I finally do so, my heat locked straight on, a quick pace; my god what would happen if someone I knew saw me? Considering that I’ve never had a girlfriend or anything, they’d wonder what possible reason would I have for shopping in a lingerie store.
I probably should’ve just enjoyed the scenery, but I was too scared to even look around.
Oh, joy. I’m sick. Headache. Runny nose. Dehydration. Congstion. This one slipped past my primary defenses, and my secondary ones are gonna take a while to neutralize this bastard. And sneezing, OH GOD THE SNEEZING!
I’m betting it came from my Macroeconomics class, since I’ve noticed some ill folks in there. On the other hand, knowing how much the Goddess of Irony likes to screw with my mind, I probably caught multiple strains from different social groups, and it all comes back to some dumbass out there in the social ether who didn’t know how to wash their own hands. Either way, I can tell this one’s gonna suck — bad.
