So yeah, last weekend, I was busy with GSA and a chorale performance, so I never got to go home. Now this weekend, I have a chorale practice, and 2 chorale performances spaced apart just enough to make it a HUGE pain in the ass if I go home. So, it looks like I'm staying here. And next weekend is the weekend of the show, so of course, I have to stay here that weekend as well. I'm going to have a TON of laundary to do when I finally get to go home.
I know I shouldn't complain beacuse most people who go to college don't go home more than once a semester. Hell, I hate it when I do go home, so why am I looking at this as a bad thing? Well, going home is convenient. I get food (if there's any there) and I get to work, and see friends in Omaha. Now I have no idea whether or not I've asked work off. These chorale performances kinda jumped out. Sure, they've been on the calendar since the beginning of the year, but we haven't even mentioned them in class until just last week. It's too easy to lose track of something like that. So yeah, thank god my tax return is coming in because that's all the income I'm going to have for the next few weeks.
I started replacing my cds today. I was able to burn 6 off of scott's computer. And at half.com, I got another three for $3 pr less each. Internet shopping soooo rules. It's not all of them, but it's a good start.
And I had the room lottery for next year. For some stupid reason they seperated returning seniors from seniors in room selection times, thus my specific time was pushed back to 6:30, right in the middle of the GSA meeting. And now that we were actually accomplishing something at the meeting, I didn't want to leave early. So I get down there at 6:45. Then I'm told that I have to fill out a stupid financial aid form and what that has to do with room selection, I have no frigging clue. So by the time I was done with that piece of shit, it was 6:55, and I was about to be late for practice, and already 25 minutes past when I was supposed to be able to start selecting my room. Well, I go in there and I am right behind the person who selects the LAST room in Blair Hall . . . fucking A . . . and what makes matters even MORE shitty is that there were upcoming JUNIORS selecting in front of me. Now, I thought the whole point to this stupid lottery was for the more senior students to pick FIRST. And here they're letting in people who technically aren't supposed to be choosing for another 5 minutes. That REALLY pissed me off. So, I was out of luck and had no idea where else to live. Can't live in Argo, and already lived in Holling and Rasmussen. Holling rooms are small, and the stairs are torture. Ras. rooms are slightly bigger, but the dorm is waaaaaay on the opposite side of campus from everything. That left Mickelson: the jock dorm. The dorm without airconditioning. I finally chose that one, telling myself that Scott would be my RA, the rooms are big, and I picked a corner room so the usual ruckus that goes on wouldn't sound too loud. And there's always the occasional shirtless athelete in the halls, and shower room for eye candy. So, yeah, next year will definitely be interesting.
Joe will be able to move in with me if he ends up coming back to Dana. I really hope he does. We'll see, I guess, though.
Eric 4/21/2004 03:08:00 AM
