the Dalaverse

Fuck. FUCCCCCCK.

Fucking priority registration. All of the classes I want to take are full, and my back up classes? ALL AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME. So I have three courses, two of which I don't even want to take, and for the fourth I'm going to end up taking fucking American History for the eightieth fucking time since grade school or bloody Milton or something.

Hate my school. HATE MY SCHOOL.

All right. The world is not at an end. I've messed with my schedule until I am at peace with it, if not exactly thrilled. First, though, I feel I must explain just how big a freak-out I was having. This is lots of me rambling about courses and days and times, so feel free to skip it and just know that it was a BAD experience.

( The Saga of Dala's Registration for Spring Semester '05 )

So there I am, with the worst schedule imaginable (barring it including a science or a math). I get to Mythology and Richardson asks us about how signing up for classes has been going, and being the only sophomore in the upper-leve course, naturally I have to bitch and moan. So she somehow manages to talk me into taking her senior seminar class on the Godwins and the Shelleys, mostly by the promise that "three-fourths of it will NOT be poetry." A third consecutive semester with Richardson -- I must be nuts, man. But at least now I have a real, honest-to-goodness English class, so I can drop Film and Media to take Modern Religious Thought in its place. And because Foundations of Islam is a 400-level and will probably have a ginormous amount of work, I'm thinking I might not want it so badly after all.

I e-mailed Dr. Adams and she put me in second place on the waiting list, which is hopeful, because Dr. Adams? Adores me. As well she should, because I love her class. She wrote me back about another seminar class she's teaching and said this: "It would be great to have a student like you in it, because you do the readings and participate on a really high level, which is so important for a class like this. And I just wanted to mention that your first paper for Legacy was one of the best that I've read in a very long time." That dinky little Zola paper I was freaking out about a couple of weeks ago ::beams:: This wouldn't thrill me so much if any of my other professors (except for Richardson) ever remembered my name.

In other news, "Gilmore Girls": more sexy grabbing-round-the-waist kisses from Luke and Lorelai. And Rory Gilmore, would that I had your problems. Stuck in a diamond tiara surrounded by a sea of cute rich undergrads in a party thrown by the grandparents who are paying all expenses for her Ivy League education -- poor little Miss Thang.

In other other news, Vanessa says to me: "You know, I think you should come to Bible study one Tuesday night with me after Thanksgiving --" *skeptical look, as in 'Haven't we been over this?'* "--because we're going to be talking about U2." Magic words, people. I might consider it. If nothing else, I can bring October and Into the Heart: the Stories Behind Every U2 Song.

I am in such a better mood now :)

Druggists refuse to give out pill

You know, I almost wish I could encounter one of these activist druggists. It would be a great outlet for PMS. They'd have to call the fire department to get me out of that CVS. See icon. Smackdown, bitches.

On the other hand, I love you, Montgomery County. You are unfailingly liberal, my dear Mo Co, and I never appreciate it enough.