the Dalaverse

::flaunts icon:: The boys are back. Very dialogue-heavy this time. I got an idea into my head to not only name each bit after U2 songs, but to progress through the early albums as they grow up and apart. This one comes from October, "With a Shout," and man, I never realized how raw those lyrics are. They aren't very good, technically, but you can feel Bono reaching and searching and it's almost painful to hear. Anyway. That fits, too. And now I want to make plum duff next time I'm home, which is a bad idea because Dad can't eat it and Mom wouldn't, so I'd eat the WHOLE thing myself.

Takes place maybe half a year after Stories for Boys


( Where We Were Still )

Mostly a GIP, because...because pretty!

Also, I have a toothbrush. I repeat: I have a toothbrush. Excuse me while I go scrub my teeth eighteen times.

So I register for fall classes at 8:00 tomorrow morning, which I'm assuming is the first time block of the day, and you know what? The two classes I really need to take at this juncture (Social Stat and Archaeology and Prehistory) are still open.

I'm just... I don't know what to do with myself, y'all. This is supposed to be the customary panic. I'm supposed to be running around, tearing my hair out, prostrating myself in front of professors, calling my mother in a panic because the school doesn't have documentation for my second hepatitus innoculation...what gives, SMCM? Why don't I hate you right now?

Okay, so the Sociology of Gender class I wanted is full, and Death and Dying. But I can't really be pissed about that, because I don't want to take any of the Values Inq courses. And Vanessa has talked me into taking the one on violence with Byorn, which should be...interesting. Byorn is Katharina's husband-spouse-partner thing, and I adore her, so hopefully I'll like him as well. Man, our school is so inbred. We have couples teaching all over the place.

Anyway, schedule for next semester, which should be pretty much set in stone barring any major system crash: Violence at 8 on Monday, Wednesday, Friday; Social Stat at 2:40 on Monday and Wednesday; Archaeology and Prehistory at 8 on Tuesday and Thursday; Interpretation of Myth (which is an anth course, as opposed to the Mythology in Lit course I took last semester) at 2 on Tuesday and Thursday.

If you noticed, that's 8 a.m. classes across the board. Every. Single. Day. Vanessa talked me into it! She has 8:00 classes four days a week! ::weeps:: I can do it, I swear. Without sleeping through ANY of them.

I haven't had an 8:00 class since...first semester of last year. It was Soan with Cognard-Black, who I'd really like to have again. And I haven't not had a 6:00 Tuesday/Thursday class in a year. Come to think of it, I haven't not had a Richardson class in three whole semesters. She's teaching a Romantics course in the fall. Not a snowball's chance in hell, man.

Except for the whole 8:00 thing, I'm really pretty satisfied with my schedule.

Okay, what are you and what have you done with my college's crappy registration administration?

Off-topic: I'm completely in love with this band. They remind me of Jimmy Buffett, but with Celtic undertones and really pretty harmonies. Daddy will want to hear them.