|Current mood:|| tired|
|Current music:||The dim buzzing of my computer|
Last night I chilled with Tony until about 1 o'clock in the morning, and didn't get to bed until about 1:30. I woke up about 6.5 hours later, so needless to say, I spent most of my morning in psychology class half-awake. I ran out of cranberry-grapefruit juice yesterday, so for breakfast I decided to drink some of my mom's straight cranberry juice instead. God, that stuff is awful, and it didn't give me much energy either. I thought I had plenty of time to get to class, but I ended up having to park pretty far from the building, so it took me a good 10-15 minutes to get to class. When I got to the 3rd floor (which is the floor my class is on) I noticed that I was walking right behind my professor. He looked at me with this kind of... "ugh"... look on his face. That made me feel very insecure; I wondered if recognized me as "psykochickey" or if he was mad at me for being late. After thinking about it, I thought, "Eh, fuck it" and rushed behind him into the class room. After I sat down, the professor handed out the phone/email list we had made on Tuesday. (I know this just sounds boring but it gets better). I read it, and found a familiar name - one of my best friends from highschool was in my class. I started searching the room, and found her. It was wierd, because I didn't think I had seen her Tuesday (our first day) but I saw her name on the sheet. She later told me that she thought it was a once-a-week class instead of twice a week and therefore didn't come to the Tuesday class. After class, I looked over at her, and she saw me and smiled. We were talking after class while she was waiting for her ride, but words weren't really coming to me at the time... I kept fucking simple words up, like "starting" and shit. I felt like a complete idiot. Anyway, I was doubly surprised to see her, because I thought she was going to the Annandale campus, but it turns out she only needs to take core classes the first semester (duh) and you can take those at the Woodbridge campus. The majors she and Ashlee are declaring require classes that are only at the Annandale campus. So yay, I have someone I know already in 3 out of 4 classes. Can we say "study buddy?"
It's only 12 o'clock and I already know that today is gonna kill me. My psych class only lasted 1.25 hours, but I have to work from 1:15 to 5:45, which leaves me just enough time to get home, get dressed, and grab some dinner before I run off to my 6:30 math class. At least tomorrow is a day off from everything. Except homework. Ugh! God, school sucks. At least college doesn't have as much DRAMA as high school. Then again, I read enough of that at HITZRUS... LMAO. Ahhh, damn teenies. That reminds me, I wonder where my good friend Nathanial is at these days...
Lookit there, I have enough time to take a short nap before I go to work... Be back later.